“I is Alma and I is a super star! And today… I is Alma and I is a super hero! I may saves da Honey Bees or maybe… I can gets toilet paper back on da shelves! Dere’s so many things dat I could do… I think I’ll start by…”
I interrupted her… “I have an idea of where to start, Alma.”
She stopped jumping and looked at me contently. “You do, Mommy?,” she asked.
“Oh, yes…” I said… “Super heroes keep their rooms nice and tidy! You could clean your room today.”
“Mommy, didn’t you hear me?! I. Is. Alma. And I is. A. Super star. And super stars not have to clean their rooms! I is only pretending to be a super hero! Duh!”
The night before Easter, Alma was so excited that she just couldn’t sleep. The Easter Bunny would be here in no time at all, and if she could just stay awake long enough… Maybe she’d catch a glimpse of him.
But around 2:00 am, her eyes grew too heavy. Alma fell asleep, and missed the Easter Bunny.
The next morning, Alma awoke with a jolt! Had the Easter Bunny come?!
To her surprise, there sat an Easter basket.
“MOMMY! Wook! Da Easter bunny DID come, and he left a basket as big as I is!”