I just came home from a long weekend in Calais, working for the Maine Army National Guard. It feels so good to see that the house is still in good shape; life goes on whether I am here at home or away. I get right to the computer to catch up on my creative writing class.
Jenna, my daughter is leaving the table in the living room after doing her homework. She has her papers and coloring pencils stretched out over the table. Lisa calls to Jenna, "C'mon baby gurl, let's get your hair done."
"Can I watch cartoons while you do it mom?"
Of Course.
I can hear Spongebob Squarepants on the T.V. I look over my right shoulder to check it out and see that Spongebob is having surgery done on his butt. Jenna is laughing.
Jenna laughs, "Heh Heh Heh, Spongebob is getting duct tape on his butt mom!"
Yes he is, now hold still.
Ow! OK mom. That hurts!
Lisa says, "I'm sorry, but that is why you have to sit still."
I just keep typing away with a chuckle so that I can get this assignment finished.
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So far, so good--but you duck out of an endng, falling back on 'here I am writing.' How about really using the conversation to explore the mother/daughter thing--pushing it a little harder than you do here?
Thank you for the insight. I will provide a rewrite to reflect the instruction.
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