| And that's the way the Cookie crumbles. |
[17 Mar 2004|05:45am] |
My nine year old sister Cookie brought a gun to school last week. It wasn't a real gun ... it was one of the props from Manol's play. But it looked real enough to freak out a classmate, who told her parents that she was afraid Cookie would shoot her. The concerned parents called the school. Cookie's class adviser wrote my mom a letter about the incident, a letter that spent the weekend buried somewhere inside my sister's school bag.
When she's in trouble Cookie portrays herself as a victim to overwhelm you with sympathy so you won't have the heart to get mad at her. We knew something was up when she started making a big production about how she hates school, how the other kids are so mean and how nobody understands her.
The truth came out eventually, and I spend about an hour sitting at the top of the stairs, eavesdropping on the drama unfolding in the dining room. The end product of which is this:
Dear Ms. Aguila
After my talk with my mommy I learned:
1. I should only bring school materials to school: nothing else
2. Borrowing something without permission is stealing already.
3. I should always be honest will all the people around me.
Sorry I was not able to give it right away cause I was too nervouse to tell her about it and that she would be mad at me. I was sopposed to but not until yesterday. She told me that it was bad and I should not do it again. I am sorry. I just did not want my mommy to get mad at me.
Cookie
The letter is stained with tears. Awww.
After my sister went to bed I went downstairs and had a laugh with my mom about the things my siblings get themselves into. Manol nearly got suspended for scaling the Woodrose fence. Luigi slammed a classmate in the face with a chemistry book. Fernando bit an upperclassman. "Just wait till you have kids of your own!" my mom taunted.
I can see it now...
"Mommy, Mommy. Today I shoved someone off the swing and made her cry."
"Good girl."
Hahahahahaha!
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