Tissue paper
I am mama’s packet of tissue paper. You may be wondering how…
This happened when I was at a food court with mama yesterday. Papa is normally with us, but in his absence mama asked me if I was brave enough to reserve our place (I am told that the correct term is “chope”).
Before she left, mama told me what to do if someone tried to mess with me. She also told me not to talk to strangers. I sat there and looked at mama while she ordered our food and mama looked back right at me.
I wasn’t afraid but I was ready for anything. I did talk to a stranger though. It was the lady who cleared the mess that the previous patrons left behind. I said “Thank you!” to her.
I think that lady’s mama also told her not to talk to strangers. She was definitely more obedient that I was!
Little Brave IsaacÂ
