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by Jacky
Rated: E · Fiction · Contest Entry · #2223659
Flash Fiction

“Pay attention.” The two girl’s heads shot up.

“We just...”

“Well, don’t just. This is important, if you miss a step you won’t be able to do it.”

They looked at each other and burst into giggles. I couldn’t blame them. I was supposed to walk them through graduation, from preschool. They are both four.

First, they couldn’t really grasp what “graduation” meant. Second, all they wanted to do was wear the “long coats,” their graduation robes. And third they kept asking me if there was going to be cookies.

I am not a teacher. One of these two is my child and I am an “occasional” volunteer in the school. I barely know how to deal with my own four-year-old, now I’m supposed to teach two of them to walk down an aisle, between a bunch of strangers, with all the other kids, and not get scared or be too silly. Easy peasy!

I look at them again. This is silly. They’re four! Think! “OK, I say. Let’s pretend we are sheep and Mrs. O’Brian is Bo Peep.”

“Are we white sheet or black sheep?” Sandy asks, of course.

“Your robes are red, so you are red sheep!”

“There are no such things as red sheep,” my Jane says, frowning.

“You are red sheep, from outer space! You are walking down this aisle between earth people to get to the magic lady, Mrs. O’Brian. I mean Bo Peep!”

“What is she going to do?”

“She is going to turn you into real little girls, so you can go to kindergarten!”

“Yay!!” they both yell at once! Suddenly they are walking down the aisle like little angels. I breathe. Finally, I have made it to handling two four year olds!

Unfortunately, they are both about to turn five.
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