Things always work out even-steven for me. If I lose a ball, I find another one on the field. If I accidentally eat the wing off my stuffed chicken, Mom buys me a stuffed goose.
Sometimes I fall off the chair. Other times I fall off the couch. Sometimes, I’m naughty, and sometimes I’m super-cuddly. Even-steven.
Mom was even-steven yesterday. Early in the morning, she got an acceptance for her story Too Many Pets from Stories for Children Online Magazine. She printed it out, hung it up on her bulletin board, and said, “Yay!” and “Yay!” and “No, you may NOT eat the thumb tacks.”
Then the mailman brought her an envelope from Highlights Magazine. Mom said, “I bet this is another acceptance!” and “We’re on a roll!” and “Yay!” Then she opened it (insert dramatic music here). I was hoping she would take out the box of thumb tacks (which I’m DYING to taste), to hang it up next to the other one, but nope. No hanging, no tacks, …no yay.
Mom said, “Bummer.” and “Rejection.” and “At least she personalized it with a little note.”
Sometimes, even-steven stinks! But not for me! Later I plan on being super-cuddly….