...daughter along, she would be entertaining.
"Please hold, the next availible person will be with you shortly." Said the recorded voice on the other line.
"Please hold, my foot," Sally mimicked. Her thoughts soon drifted off into what her daughter would be doing if she was here at the moment. She probably would be making paper butterflys with all Mommy's important paperwork and then fly them into the paper shredder, screaming with glee.
"Mommy, what does this do?" Anna would ask once she saw a silver metal thing on the ceiling.
"That's a indoor sprinkler, Anna. It puts out fires." Sally would answer while tapping her fingers in impatience.
"Oh..." Anna thought. "Mommy, where do you keep your matches?"
"In the drawer over there," Sally answered without noticing the question.
"Okay!" Anna bounced over to where Sally had said the matches were located. She slowly opened the door and rumaged around inside, looking for the box. "Found them." She giggled to herself. Anna walked directly under the sprinkler and turned her back to Sally. SHe grabbed one of her butterflys and striked the match.
"FINALLY!" SAlly helded in reliefe. "Yes... Mhm... Oh, no, I wanted to-"
Smoke rose to the top of the room, the sprinkler activated and water pounded down. THe phone went dead.
"ANNA!!!!!!!!!!" Sally screamed. Anna was laughing with joy. "Anna! What do you think you are doing?! I have been on the phone for THREE HOURS! THREE!!!"
"Sorry, mommy, but you shouldn't tell a eight year old where matches are." She laughed and danced around the room. Sally bagged her head on her desk.
"Why me?"
by Melissa, WI, USA
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