Yesterday was one of the bestest days of my entire life. 'Cause Grampa came over. And guess what we had for dinner?
We had cherry pie! Just that and nothing else. The good thing was that Mommy and Daddy and Grandma all went to the hospital to have the baby and so we didn't get in trouble!
Grampa letted me walk around the house in Grandma's hat and her high heels. Plus also, her long brown feather boa. I love that softy thing.
I walked very professionally through the family room, where Grampa was resting his eyes and watching TV at the same time.
He is very talented, obviously.
I pretended I was famous and walked through the whole house. I was almost into the kitchen when I slipped in those high heels.
"HEY! THESE SHOES CAN KILL SOMEONE!" I hollered. I quick took them off and threw them across the room.
Curiosity got to me 'cause I peeked inside the 'frigerator door. And I saw it! The hugie-big fat cherry pie in there!
"Oooh! Grampa!" I yelled. "There's a hugie-big cherry pie in here!" He rushed in the kitchen and got two plates, two forks, and he cut the pie up. We ate the entire thing in a few minutes.
"Mmm! That hit the spot," I said, rubbing my tummy real happy.
Nobody was ever gonna find out about the pie, though. 'Cause Grampa said he would tell Grandma that it was the cat who ate it.
And that is the funniest story I ever heard of! 'Cause they don't even have a cat!
Then it was time for bed. I got the whole guest room to myself! It has a hugie-big bed and a radio.
I put on my pajamas and brushed my teeth. I runned right back into the guest room and Grampa was waiting for me there so he could tuck me in.
"Sleep tight, Maddie," he said. "Tomorrow you might be a big sister, isn't that wonderful?"
"Maybe, maybe not," I said. He chuckled and went to turn off the light and close the door. That meant that I was supposed to go to sleep. Only too bad for me, 'cause I spent the whole entire night wondering about the baby. I didn't get to sleep a wink!
Morning came and my eyelids were droopy. I rubbed them and ran out of bed. You know why? 'Cause morning means breakfast!
"G'Morning, Grampa!" I hollered, skipping into the kitchen. "I think I am in the mood for pancakes!"
There wasn't an answer though, and Grampa was nowhere in sight.
"Hello?" I called out, looking around the corner. Grampa wasn't there either. I stomped my foot and ran around the house to look for my missing Grampa. "HELLO? IT ISN'T JUSTIFIED TO LEAVE YOUR GRANDKID ALONG IN A BIG, BIG HOUSE ALL BY HERSEL—"
Just then I rammed into somebody! Oh no! It was Grampa!
I smiled very cute at him and waved my fingers. "H-Hello, there. I was just going to sit down at the table now and wait very patiently for my breakfast."
He didn't look mad even though I was running in the house. He ruffled my hair very smiling.
"Maddie!" Grampa said cheerfully. "I was just talking with Grandma and she said that this morning your mommy and daddy went to the hospital."
My face got worry on it. "What'sa matter? Are they sick?"
Grampa chuckled except I don't know why. 'Cause this was no laughing matter.
"They're not sick, Maddie. They went to the hospital to have the baby!"
Then I got excited a little bit. And I jumped up and down. And I skipped in circles all around the living room. Living room is the name for the room where you live. Also, you can watch TV.
Grandma came rushing into the room and she picked me up and swinged me around in the air. It is always very pleasant when she does that.
"Just wait until you see Liam, Maddie!" Grandma said. I got very confused then. Grandma put me down, and was still rambling on about this Liam kid.
"Wait a second," I said, scratching my head. "Who's this Liam?" Only Grandma kept talking to Grampa.
"Hello? Who's this Liam kid?" I raised my voice just a tiny, teensy bit. But nobody was giving me any answers!
"I SAID, WHO'S THIS LIAM KID?!" I screamed. Grampa and Grandma looked grumpy at me. And Grampa said that I better lower down my voice, young lady.
I looked down at my feet and said anapology. "I'm sorry, mister, but I only want some answers down here. And Liam doesn't even sound like a girls name!"
Grampa looked at Grandma and mouthed the words you tell her.
"Honey," Grandma said. "Liam's your new brother. Your mommy had a baby boy, not a girl."