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Me & JP, C is for Cap…

JP is our youngest grandson who turned five in September. He and his mom a40EE7779-B764-4A35-9D07-CC81CD3BC40Cnd dad lived with us while they were building their house a year ago. Though they’ve moved into their new house now, we still get to pick him up from preschool on Tuesdays and Thursdays and spend the afternoon with him. Next year he’ll be in kindergarten all day. He’s so full of fun and remarkably wise for his years!

For Blogging A to Z, I’ll be sharing some of our many conversations over the last few years.  I hope you enjoy!

JP:  Nana, we get to wear hats when we graduate this year!

Me:  I heard about that.  And gowns, too.  They’re called caps and gowns.

JP:  Nana, boys don’t wear gowns!

Me:  Oh, well, these are more like robes.  You know, wizard robes.  And the caps are kind of flat, with a tassel on the side.

JP:  What?

Me:  Well, like a string that hangs down.  I think when Elizabeth graduated from your preschool last year the caps and gowns were red cause that’s one of your school colors.  I think your school colors are red and navy blue.

JP:  No, I think the color is blue.

Me:  But you know how your uniform shirts are red or white or blue?  And then what color are the ones with the stripes?

JP:  I think they’re red and black.

Me:  Well, it might look like black, but I think they’re red and navy blue.

JP:  I think our colors are blue and white.  

Me:  Well, I know Elizabeth’s cap and gown were red.

JP:  Wait.  I think our colors are red and navy blue.

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#atozchallenge, Z is for Zoo…

“El, it’s Jason.  Call me, please.  Something came up.”  Ellie thought of the good-looking firefighter she’d met at Gran’s.  He was surprisingly charming and fun and they were going to dinner.

When Ellie called back, Jason explained he was babysitting his 4-year-old nephew, Zak, for the weekend as Zak’s mom had premature labor pains.

“Sorry, El, I hate to cancel, but they’re dropping him off soon.  Want to visit the zoo with us tomorrow?”  He sounded hopeful.

Zak was all innocence, holding Ellie’s hand as they walked.  “Are you gonna marry Uncle Jason and have a baby like my mom?”

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My theme this year was 100 word fiction.  So, no, don’t count this line.  This is a continuation of Ellie and Jason’s story from E is for Easter which you can find here.  And thanks for reading all my little stories this year!

#atozchallenge, W is for Wedding…

 

Chantal stood lost in thought as Momma and her bridesmaids adjusted her veil and dress.   She’d loved Cade from the minute he told her he’d pretended to take her chair at The Pink Pig just so he could apologize and buy her a drink.  He claimed he knew she was his when she’d looked at him and blushed.

The familiar wedding music began and Chantal clung to her Daddy’s arm as they walked down the aisle toward her blue-eyed cowboy.  The sweet look on Cade’s face nearly brought her to tears and when he took her hand, she was home. ❤

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My theme this year is 100 word fiction.  (So, no, don’t count this line!)  This is a continuation of Chantal’s story from C is for Chair which you can find here.

#atozchallenge, V is for Virtual Love…

Violet strolled into their bedroom after her shower, fluffy robe tied neatly at her waist.  Long legs and feet bare, toes painted siren red.   Smooth dark hair swung over one shoulder as she bent forward to kiss him.

Book forgotten, he hooked one finger into the neck of her robe, pulling her closer until she could feel his warm breath.  His hands slid inside her robe, finding soft, damp curves.  The robe fell away and she felt his approval as she snuggled into his embrace.

That flowed well.  Tapping siren red-painted fingernails on the keyboard, she typed more of Virtual Love…

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My theme this year is 100 word fiction.  (So, no, don’t count this line!)

#atozchallenge, U is for Underwear…

“Hey, that’s my machine!”  Ursula had just run back up to her apartment for a minute and this ass took her underwear out of the washer?

“Geez, sorry.”  At least he had the decency to look contrite. “Nobody was here and that machine was done.  I’m in kind of a hurry.   I leave in the a.m.”

“Oh, yeah, where you headed that’s so important?”

“U.S. Navy Base Charleston, ma’am,” he grinned.  “Ensign Rick Jordan.”

“Ursula,” she said.   He was cute, short hair, dimples.  Definitely military.

“Hey, Ursula, you hungry?  Can I buy you a burger?”

Head tilted, she smiled.  “Okay, sailor.”

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My theme this year is 100 word fiction.  (So, no, don’t count this line!)