R & R please
Instead of going home, I went straight to the Keltine house, where I would babysit seven year old Katie.
"Ding-dong," I rang the doorbell of the ginormous house.
"Maddy!" A little girl with honey colored hair in pigtails ran at me and hugged me.
"Hi Katie."
"Oh good, Maddy, you're early. The phone numbers are on the fridge, like usual. I'll be back at four." Mrs. Nancy Keltine said, while inviting me in and walking out the door.
"So Kate, what have you been up to?" I asked her.
"Coloring," she stated simply.
"Can I color too?"
"Sure!" her blue eyes beamed up at me as we walked into the kitchen.
There were millions of Crayola crayons on the table, scattered everywhere. Every color from Robin Egg Blue to Carnation Pink.
I grabbed a sheet of clean white paper and made some room for myself to color on the table.
Katie started to draw and was humming to herself. I grabbed a color at random called Atomic Tangerine and started drawing a flower.
"There's a new boy in my class," Katie said, still coloring.
"What's his name?" I asked.
"Cody. He sits in the desk across from me. He's seems nice, but a bit weird."
I could only imagine the type of weird things seven year old boys would do. From destroying block towers like they were Godzilla or drowning ants just because they felt like it. Not to mention the whole "cootie" thing that goes around between little kids. But what Katie said next was definitely not what I was expecting.
"He's shy and sometimes he makes these weird faces for no reason. Like during Reading Time, I was reading this book about a princess and a prince getting married, I looked up at him and all of a sudden he made this sad face."
"Well, maybe he was reading a sad book," I said logically.
"Maddy, he wasn't even reading a book," Katie said in a "duh, obviously" voice. "Also," she continued, "He's a bit jumpy. He gets scared when someone opens the door."
"Aww, poor kid."
"Like I said, he's weird. Also, he has a small eye on his neck."
"An eye?" An eye!!!
"He said it's a birthmark. It's kind of creepy though. He said he doesn't like it."
"Kate," I said, "why don't you try and make friends with him."
"With a boy? A boy with three eyes?" she looked at me incredulously.
"Yes, with a boy, there not that bad." Well, I thought, maybe not the ones in her grade, remembering those monkeys who called themselves boys in my grade. "And forget about that birthmark."
"I don't know," she said in a small voice.
"Come on. How about we make cookies?" I said trying to change the subject.
"Definitely!" Katie grinned.
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