Um... mostly I have been working on school and then just playing things. I might just put on one of my school stuff. This was for my English book. I did it like 4 times longer than I needed- that day I was really really bored and I figured that writing a really long one would be a time killer and double as my typing practice for the day. So I made my description incredibly long...
Lingua Mater Americana Week 1 Day 4 Writing 8-14-08
He did it! You could tell by the look on his face that Marcus had finally succeeded. His wide eyes were filled with gleeful triumph and several dimples grew to vast proportions across his baby face. However, the little victorious tyrant was the only person who was thrilled with his feat. With an amount of cunning and speed surprising in a one-year old, Marcus had managed to evade his mother and escape through the treacherous gate that usually blocked entry into the banned kitchen. Quickly he crossed the threshold of the gate and paused for one moment, checking for the all-too-alert guards who normally stopped his progress by this point. Luckily for him, and quite unluckily for the rest of the family, only one guard was near- and that big sibling was too involved in eating a yogurt to worry about their brother’s entry into the kitchen.
Within moments, Marcus’ quick, quiet feet had padded their way to the stepstool which was located by the counter. Faster than the fastest of cheetahs, the little explorer had blithefully scrambled his way up the towering stool and found himself inches away from the forbidden territory- the counters. He took a moment to grasp the stool’s handle and shake it with joy. A wide, toothless smile light up his face like a light bulb brightens a dim room. Knowing that he had only moments until he was discovered, the terror baby began to have as much fun as he possibly could.
He had already succeeded in unstacking the mail and dumping a cup of water on it when he saw it- a dirty pot that had been left on the counter, hidden behind the mail. Marcus bounced up and down and grabbed that pot as quick as a blink. Pretty soon, his tiny overalls were splattered with sauce from leftover baked beans. Still bouncing with happiness, he decided to attempt another experiment and began to bang the pan with a pair of scissors.
At this point, his big sister noticed his antics. His wide eyes watched her set down the yogurt and race over to get him. He clutched tightly at the scissors as they were torn from his tiny hands, but he did not put up much of a struggle. Sooner or later, he was always caught. When his sister pulled him off of the stool, he just looked at her. He seemed to be saying, “Did you see what I did? Isn’t it really awesome? I want to do it again. Please don’t take me out of the kitchen!” Yet take him out of the kitchen she did. The moment the gigantic gate shut with a click, he began to yell. Not cry, but yell, so that he could tell the world how much he hated to be a little baby and not be allowed to play with scissors in the kitchen. Moments later, he was contently making a new discovery- for Marcus had found a book on the couch.
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