I am not an only child. I have a little brother but he is eight years younger than me. So when I take those birth order personality tests- I am an only child. I was perfectly happy playing by myself when I was little. But apparently, I didn’t like eating by myself. One morning when I was three (I think) Honey came over with something for me. He made me a big white wooden goose on a green stand that would sit at the table with me. (My mom likes white ducks/geese and has always had them in the kitchen so when you think of it that way, it isn’t so random.) I named him Mr. Badgley and Honey made him for me so that I would never have to eat alone again. I loved him and he always sits by my chair. He still sits at my parents table.
A few weeks ago, my mom sent me an email saying that I would be getting a package from her soon. I was very excited but due to Her Royal Majesty’s package service, I have been playing hide and seek with the package for about 3 weeks. I was so frustrated! Mom kept giving me hints and was very excited. I was excited too, but my expectations were modest. I was expecting a jar of JIF, maybe a picture or magazine and random Texas themed foods or something to that effect. What I got was so much better. It finally came today and the box was huge but flat and I was confused. And I had no idea what it was, but when I opened it I started crying. It is the perfect gift. We have our very own Mrs. Badgley at our table next to my chair right where she belongs.
Now I never have to eat alone again.