Start Of My Big Idea

We had supper and then when we were clearing the table Mom said, "Oh, I forgot to tell you. You got a postcard today. It's on the desk in the hall." How Mom could forget something exciting like a postcard but remember boring things like how many bites of green beans I eat and if I remember to put the toilet lid down is something I hope I'm never going to understand. This is one of the reasons I am not so excited about turning into a grownup. The grown-up world is very filled up with boring rules about eating and cleaning.

The card was from Auntie Bethany. She always sends a postcard when she goes somewhere fun. I like that she is thinking of me when she is having a big adventure. Postcards are the best!!!! It makes my insides feel good to get one. Mom says postcards are old-fashioned. Some old things can be a good idea. Postcards are one of those things. Right when I was reading the part about Auntie Bethany riding a donkey down the Grand Canyon I got the beginning of a good idea. I should send Mrs. Luther postcards, and they should be from...

This was the part of the idea that wasn't finished. Who could send the card? I don't know anybody that Mrs. Luther would want to get a card from. It wouldn't be so fun to get a card from me ... I just live right next door and that is not exciting at all. Who does Mrs. Luther love? Who does she love that I even know? The only answer is Crinkles, but Crinkles is not a person, he is a cat. Cats do not go on exciting holidays, and cats do not write postcards. They can't write anything, even if you helped them and taped a marker to their paw, which would not be such a nice thing to do to a cat that you liked.

Then right when I was thinking about the marker and the tape I got the rest of the idea. It was perfect. Perfect for me and perfect for Mrs. Luther. It was like a great big Band-Aid. It would fix everything until Mrs. Luther got her cast off.

 

MR. BAND-AID