It’s been a long day, and an even longer month. We never leaves the house, and Mommy says everything is still closed.
No toy stores, no restaurants, and definitely no Chuck E. Cheese, which is most saddening of all, because I really wants a pizza…
So, I twied to call the president and even the CDC, but no one will answer me.
I think that maybe, just maybe, my little phone is broken.
“MOMMY! Why does my phone not work? I needs to make a call!”
“You can use mine, Alma! I don’t mind at all,” I said.
And it was just a few short minutes later when there was a knock at the door.
There stood a pizza delivery man.
He must have the wrong house, I thought. I did not order a pizza.
He opened the box, and he showed me what was inside.
“As requested,” he said, “there’s extra cheese.”
“I… I didn’t order a pizza,” I said, “and I didn’t order extra cheese.”
“Ma’am,” said the pizza delivery man, “Are you not Alma Louise?”