The next morning Shane was jumping on my bed demanding breakfast. Mom was at a doctors appointment, at least that's what the note read pinned to the refridgerator. I heard the kids chattering under the dining room table, adjacent to the kitchen. I fixed three bowls of a sugar-coated cereal at the kitchen table and stopped before entering the dining room, remaining behind the door to hear the conversation Avery was leading.
"...and he came and told me about how Hook had captured Slightly." Avery commented, very excited as her brother's eyes lit up.
"Wait, which one is he?" Taylor asked, his face scrunched together, as if he was thinking hard about the question.
"The kind of tall one, who think he knows everything." Shane answered, proud of himself.
Avery rolled her eyes in an innocent childlike way that almost made me laugh. "Yeah and he saved him with his knife. Tinkerbell came too! She likes grandma's jug on the fireplace." Avery continued, smugly.
"Why didn't you wake me up? I wanted to see her!" Taylor exclaimed ready to pout.
"Peter told me not to, he said not yet." Avery pointed her finger towards the large window.
"And I want to learn to fly!" Shane looked didn't look very angry, but crossed his arms around his chest, to emphasize what he was feeling.
"Don't be mad at Peter Pan-"
At this point I had heard enough. She had always told the boys stories about Peter Pan visiting their bedroom at the middle of the night, and Mom and James had a long conversation, about not to lie to her brothers, because it always made them jealous. Once Taylor cried into Moms lap for half and hour because Avery got to hold Tinkerbell in her hand, and he didn't.
I flung the door open so fast, it made all three jump from under the table. They were still dressed in their pajamas as they emerged from underneath their hideout. "Avery, don't you remember what Mom told you about lieing?" of course this led to an on-going quarrel that a three year old is always right.
The rest of the day Avery didn't talk to me. She would tell Taylor "Moira doesn't believe in him anymore," or "Moira is a grown-up now." That night I got them to bed and Taylor and Shane kissed me goodnight while Avery pretended to be sleeping.
I walked downstairs and watched a movie on TV while on the phone with one of my best friends, explaining how my baby-sitting duties kept me from the Senior Spring Fling at school. It was nearing midnight and I decided to retire to bed. I walked by Mom's room and saw both her and Jim sleeping quite loudly. I walked passed my room to check on the triplets before I went to bed. I hoped Avery would forgive me by morning, she was the only sister I had.
I opened the door and the nightlight on the dresser projected stars and wanning moons all over the bedroom, spinning in a circle. Shane begged Mom to get it at the strip mall since he couldn't have pixie dust to fly. I sighed at the memory, everything was Peter Pan in their room. Hand drawn pictures were taped to the wall over their beds, I couldn't help but be in awe at the imagination and creativity used. Shane's bed was to my right and I bent over and kissed him on the forehead. As I did the same to Taylor he moaned and started talking in his sleep, "I want to go with too.... don't be too silly in the clouds avery....... you listen to Peter and come back safe......" Then he rolled over and there was nothing more. I shrugged it off and pulled the covers up to his chin.
I made my way to the other side of the room to see Avery, but the covers were pulled back to no one was there. I frooze trying to think straight. Perhaps, maybe, I was too tired and my eyes were playing tricks on me. No matter how hard I stared at the bed, it was still empty. Suddenly I felt a chill and my attention went straight to the small window. It was open ajar and the spring breeze was whistling it's way through. Bella (Avery's curly red haired doll) was on the floor. I automatically thought she tried to fly (Shane once sprinkled her with sugar and glitter, calling it pixie dust, and told her to try and fly off the second floor banister) and ran to see if she was outside. No luck.
"...and he came and told me about how Hook had captured Slightly." Avery commented, very excited as her brother's eyes lit up.
"Wait, which one is he?" Taylor asked, his face scrunched together, as if he was thinking hard about the question.
"The kind of tall one, who think he knows everything." Shane answered, proud of himself.
Avery rolled her eyes in an innocent childlike way that almost made me laugh. "Yeah and he saved him with his knife. Tinkerbell came too! She likes grandma's jug on the fireplace." Avery continued, smugly.
"Why didn't you wake me up? I wanted to see her!" Taylor exclaimed ready to pout.
"Peter told me not to, he said not yet." Avery pointed her finger towards the large window.
"And I want to learn to fly!" Shane looked didn't look very angry, but crossed his arms around his chest, to emphasize what he was feeling.
"Don't be mad at Peter Pan-"
At this point I had heard enough. She had always told the boys stories about Peter Pan visiting their bedroom at the middle of the night, and Mom and James had a long conversation, about not to lie to her brothers, because it always made them jealous. Once Taylor cried into Moms lap for half and hour because Avery got to hold Tinkerbell in her hand, and he didn't.
I flung the door open so fast, it made all three jump from under the table. They were still dressed in their pajamas as they emerged from underneath their hideout. "Avery, don't you remember what Mom told you about lieing?" of course this led to an on-going quarrel that a three year old is always right.
The rest of the day Avery didn't talk to me. She would tell Taylor "Moira doesn't believe in him anymore," or "Moira is a grown-up now." That night I got them to bed and Taylor and Shane kissed me goodnight while Avery pretended to be sleeping.
I walked downstairs and watched a movie on TV while on the phone with one of my best friends, explaining how my baby-sitting duties kept me from the Senior Spring Fling at school. It was nearing midnight and I decided to retire to bed. I walked by Mom's room and saw both her and Jim sleeping quite loudly. I walked passed my room to check on the triplets before I went to bed. I hoped Avery would forgive me by morning, she was the only sister I had.
I opened the door and the nightlight on the dresser projected stars and wanning moons all over the bedroom, spinning in a circle. Shane begged Mom to get it at the strip mall since he couldn't have pixie dust to fly. I sighed at the memory, everything was Peter Pan in their room. Hand drawn pictures were taped to the wall over their beds, I couldn't help but be in awe at the imagination and creativity used. Shane's bed was to my right and I bent over and kissed him on the forehead. As I did the same to Taylor he moaned and started talking in his sleep, "I want to go with too.... don't be too silly in the clouds avery....... you listen to Peter and come back safe......" Then he rolled over and there was nothing more. I shrugged it off and pulled the covers up to his chin.
I made my way to the other side of the room to see Avery, but the covers were pulled back to no one was there. I frooze trying to think straight. Perhaps, maybe, I was too tired and my eyes were playing tricks on me. No matter how hard I stared at the bed, it was still empty. Suddenly I felt a chill and my attention went straight to the small window. It was open ajar and the spring breeze was whistling it's way through. Bella (Avery's curly red haired doll) was on the floor. I automatically thought she tried to fly (Shane once sprinkled her with sugar and glitter, calling it pixie dust, and told her to try and fly off the second floor banister) and ran to see if she was outside. No luck.