Vinnie Discovers the Truth About Santa

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5 o’clock Tuesday morning, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse, except for Vinnie, Dexter, and Rupert. Vinnie tosses off the covers, they land on Dexter who is sleeping on Vinnie’s bed. Dexter looks like a mole trying to find a way of out of an underground maze. Vinnie jumps off the bed, snatches Rupert, and pulls up his jammy bottoms. He glances back at his bed and suppresses a laugh when he sees Dexter worming his way through the covers. He frees Dexter. Dexter jumps off the bed anticipating an early breakfast before the real breakfast.

Vinnie holds Rupert out in front of him. He says, “Rupert, today’s the day I am going to see Santa. I want to make sure we’re not late.” 

Vinnie turns back toward Dexter, “Too bad you can’t come with us, Dexter. I’ll put in a good word for you. Santa loves all animals.”

Dexter smiles, wags his tail, and translates Vinnie’s words to say, “Dexter, I’m going to give you all the left over pizza.” Some things are lost in translation.

Vinnie opens his bedroom door and walks into the hallway connecting the guest bedroom, the guest bathroom, his bedroom, and his mom and dad’s bedroom. He opens the guest bedroom and walks in the room. Dexter follows. Vinnie closes the door and flicks on the light. He turns his head toward Rupert, “Linda said parents hide the presents in the guest bedroom. Dexter, you check under the bed. Me and Rupert will check the closet.”

Two minutes later Vinnie emerges from the closet. Dexter is lying on the floor waiting for something to happen. Vinnie says, “Linda’s in big trouble when I tell Santa she doesn’t believe in him. I’m going to tell him to give her worms or beetles. There are no presents in the guest bedroom, Rupert. There really is a Santa. This proves it. Let’s go wake up Mom and Dad. I don’t want them to oversleep today. It’s only a few more days until Christmas. I’ve got to see Santa or Christmas will be ruined.”

Dexter becomes disoriented when Vinnie opens his parents bedroom door instead of heading to the kitchen. He barks to signal Vinnie he’s taken the wrong turn. Vinnie flicks the switch to the overhead light and hollers, “Wake up Mom. Time to get up, Dad.”

Vinnie’s mom sits up, a startled look on her face, “What’s wrong, Vinnie? Did you have a nightmare?”

Vinnie’s dad reaches over to the end table and grabs hold of his iPhone and checks the time, “It’s five oh four. What are you doing out of bed?”

“We’ve got to get up and get ready to see Santa. You know how long it takes you to get ready to go shopping, Mom. As for Dad, he’ll start working on his laptop and we’ll have to pull it away from him. Come on, Dad. Do you want Dexter to lick your face?”

“Make him go back to bed,” Vinnie’s dad begs.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to get up. Rupert and me will make breakfast. I’ll call you when it’s ready. That way you can get a little more sleep.”

Dexter’s thinking, did Vinnie mention breakfast? Dexter barks twice.

Before Vinnie’s mom can speak, Vinnie, Rupert, and Dexter are out of the bedroom and on their way to the kitchen. 

Vinnie holds Rupert in front of him. He says, “What are we going to make for breakfast, Rupert?”

Vinnie uses his special fake voice for Rupert. Rupert answers in a high pitch squeaky voice, “Let’s make pop tarts and cover them with peanut butter. We can stick Fruit Loops on the peanut butter.”

“Great idea, Rupert. When you grow up, you might be a famous chef.”

Dexter barks. Vinnie glances at Dexter. He says, “I forgot all about you, Dexter. I’ll give you a special breakfast and microwave the sausages Dad loves to eat when he doesn’t work. He won’t mind because he’s too excited about going to see Santa.”

In the bedroom, Vinnie’s mom says, “Dear, do you think it’s safe to let Vinnie alone in kitchen?”

Vinnie’s dad pulls the pillow off of his head and says, “What could go wrong?”

Quote on Writing by E. L. Doctorow

Writing is like driving at night in the fog. You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way. ~ E. L. Doctorow

What Homework Mom? ~ Vinnie’s World – 1

What Homework Mom?

Mom’s calling me. I don’t want to do my homework. I want to play on my tablet or with my friend Joey. She’s getting closer. She likes to sneak up on me and catch me. If she sees me on my tablet she’ll take it away until my homework is done. I stick it under my pillow. I’ll pretend I’m asleep. I remind myself not to squeeze my eyelids too tight, it’ll be a sure sign I’m faking. I tell myself to close my eyes like I’m sleeping. 

I whisper to my only friend in the world, my stuffed black bear, “Help me out, Rupert. You’re my best friend. Snuggle next to me and pretend you’re asleep.”

The door opens. I’d recognize Mom’s voice anywhere, “Vincent. I know you’re not sleeping, Vincent. It’s only five-thirty. You’re never asleep at five-thirty. Where is your homework? If you hurry you can finish it before dad gets home. Dinner is at six.”

Mom mentions the other half of her Delta Force, Dad. It is Mom’s not too subtle warning she will turn me over to him if I didn’t cooperate. I open my eyes. I rub them like I was waking up. I give a good yawn. 

“Hi mom. I had a hard day at school. I think I was all worn out. Do you mind heating me up a frozen pizza and bringing it in here? No need to bother me about dinner. I’ll be playing Mind Craft on my tablet.” I immediately regret saying Mind Craft. 

Mom stood at the side of my bed and staring at me, “Your homework, Vincent. March into the kitchen and get started. No Mind Craft until you are finished and I check it.”

I say what every normal eight-year-old boy would say, “What homework, Mom?”

“Let’s try math and spelling. Mrs. Navis posts the homework each day on your class’s webpage,” she says.

“Oh, that stuff. I already know it. Thanks for asking. I think I’ll go down the street and see if Joey can come out,” I say as I get up out of bed. 

Mom stands in the doorway, her right arm extends down the hallway and her finger points toward the kitchen. 

I say, “It isn’t fair, Mom. Joey doesn’t have to do his homework until he eats breakfast. Why can’t you be like Joey’s mother.”

“Vincent. Joey is not my son. You are. Let’s get moving or no Mind Craft tonight.”

Mom knows how much I love the game. She won’t let me play it unless she gets her way. I stomp into the kitchen. The stomp is something third graders practice at recess. It lets our parents know we don’t agree with them without being accused of talking back or arguing with them. Linda Filbert told us all about it at lunch three weeks ago. When we went on the playground after lunch, we began doing the stomp. I almost fell over laughing. The playground supervisor came over asked us what we were doing. Linda told her it was a new dance. Adults can be so dense. 

You’re probably an adult reading this stuff. I’m pretty sure I’m right. How do I know? How many kids are going to read Ray’s blog? Give me a break. Kids don’t need to read quotes. Kids don’t need poems nobody understands. And the stuff he writes? I better not go there because he’s doing me a favor and letting me be the guest author if I promise to write about a day in the life a third grade kid. The first thing I did was ask Ray how much he was going to pay me. The cheapskate said nothing. He told me if I didn’t do it, he’d rat me out on slipping my broccoli under the table to Dexter our dog. Dexter likes it, especially if I swirl it in gravy. 

Mom was still standing by the bedroom door, “Vincent, did you forget something?”

I stop, turnaround and stomp back to my room. I open my backpack, take out my homework folder and stomp back to the kitchen.”

“I don’t appreciate the attitude, young man,” said Mom.

I think I overplayed my hand. I turn toward Mom and said, “I’m sorry, Mom.”

“That’s better. I’m going to practice yoga in the living room. I’ll keep the TV on low. Let me know if the sound is bothering you.”

“Okay, Mom. Thanks,” I said and tuned her and the YouTube yoga program out.

Vinnie’s World Begins TOMORROW

The World Through Vinnie’s Eyes – Follow 8 year old Vinnie through one day of his life. His world is different from his parents’ world. The Story Begins TOMORROW

 

I created the main character in Vinnie’s World out of my personal experiences as an eight year old. I put my teachers through a lot. I’m grateful for the teachers who were patient with me and saw something in me worth developing. And, I’m grateful for my parents who never stopped loving me even though I often drove them nuts.

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The World Through Vinnie’s Eyes – Follow 8 year old Vinnie through one day of his life. His world is different from his parents’ world. The Story Begins in 2 Days

Vinnie’s World Begins in 3 Days

The World Through Vinnie’s Eyes – Follow 8 year old Vinnie through one day of his life. His world is different from his parents’ world. The Story Begins in 3 Days

Vinnie’s World Begins in 4 Days

The World Through Vinnie’s Eyes – Follow 8 year old Vinnie through one day of his life. His world is different from his parents’ world. The Story Begins in 4 Days