It was a bright and sunny day outside of the "Time For Tots Day Care Center". Missie, the day care worker, was waiting for a call from her boyfriend. However, when her cell phone rang, for some unknown reason it exploded inside her purse, causing cosmetics, breath mints, and assorted feminine products, to scatter into every corner of the room. As she angrily bent over to pick up the mess, her blue jeans parted like the Red Sea, revealing her purple thong underwear and a mole too hideous to describe. The prodigious string of sailor curses she uttered might have helped her deal with the stress of the situation, if only the sprinkler system hadn't inexplicably turn on at that exact moment.The chain of humiliation, and the ensuing bedlam, explain why Missie didn't hear the conversation the three-year-olds were having behind the Lego table.
"But I don't want to learn how to play the piano," said a future child prodigy.
"My dad will make you. He's always making me do things," warned a little child progeny.
"It will all work out," assured a young child protege, "my people will take care of everything".
Lurking in a darkened corner, the reigning "Time For Tots" juvenile delinquent didn't say a thing. Instead he smiled, removed his dangerously overloaded diaper, and hurled it twenty feet, where, with a sickening splat, it collided with an equally sickening mole. The contents of the diaper escaped spectacularly in every direction.
Later, when the fire department arrived, the children were having a grand time playing in the goo, and the day care worker was discovered sitting in the corner sucking her thumb.
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