Author's Note: Oops I Did It Again. 6th season. Watch it...love it...be at one with its wonderment. And then return here to read.
Written in short style because I keep falling asleep. It's an illness with no reason. When fic done, will put all together later. Yes..Normal is so magical...
Vanilla Double Dutch
Fifty four steps. Twenty sidewalk cracks. Almost home.
Bertha smiled wider as she skipped over crack number fifty five and began the all important matter of touching every other wood plank on the neighbors white picket fence.
Life could never be more interesting, more fulfilling, than the epic battle she had won.
She, Bertha, six year old wonder and beloved protector of the class rabbit (Fuzzy), had finally mastered double dutch!
Bertha giggled, running up the front steps and tripping halfway.
Working through the stinging pain in her stubbed right pinkie toe Bertha sniffed, rubbing her now bloody nose with a finger.
The pain didn't matter, the Professor! Her sisters! They all said it couldn't be done, and they were all so very wrong!
"Professor? Professor, I'm home!" Bertha paused to get the kitchen stepstool, ripping off a bit of paper-towel.
When she spoke again her voice was muffled under the weight of a stuffed up collection of weak blood vessels.
"Professor?..Where is...?" Bertha's mouth formed a silent 'oh' as her bright black eyes fell on a familiar sight pinned to the refrigerator with a banana magnet.
Bloss...um, Bertha,
Working late at the pizza lab.
Couldn't find good enough babysitter again.
Be my big girl and look after things.
If anything bad happens call the police and...
On second thought, use Jojo like we talked about. Will be home by ten.
Love,
Professor
P.S. Make sure Betty wears her mouthguard.
Bertha smiled brighter under her paper nose-plugs, slipping the note out from under its magnet prison.
Sometimes she loved being the only one who could already read of the three siblings.
True, Beatrice knew how fast Dick ran and the details of Jane's adventures with a ball, and Betty was knee deep into the plot of a certain cat with a hat, but that wasn't quite the same.
No, Bertha's reading level, she let no one forget, was at least 5th grade. And now, she had something even greater to add to that line of bragging: The wonderful mastery of at least jump-rope of a 1st grade level!
"Girls, girls, guess what I did!" She huffed, the effort of so much bottled energy rushing out almost catching up with her small body as she took the stairs to the bedroom two at a time.
"I learned, I learned to do double dutch!"
"Yeah right, and I can do tensies in jacks." Betty's unimpressed voice rang as Bertha opened the door..her eyes growing wide.