Hello Everyone.
Editor's Note: Having written over 350 stories we thought we needed a little sabbatical. So, until the early March, we will be in re-runs. Please enjoy these previously published Neva tales from not so long ago.
Originally Published: June 14, 2002
Never mind that it is 9:30 at night and our 2 1/2-year-old daughter Neva has yet to have supper; she had some snacks earlier in the evening to tie her over. From the mountain of dirty clothes in the closet, pieces of laundry are escaping by their own free will and whatever is growing in the Tupperware container in the fridge will surely make a great science fair project someday. It takes time to adjust they say. Be patient, it will sort itself out.
Amid the chaos Neva comes to the realization that her stature within the hierarchy of our family has irreversibly changed. She is no longer the center of the universe but she is coping, certainly better than we are.
There is a long wheeze followed by a grunt coming from the science experiment as Mommy opens the fridge door. "What would you like for dinner?" she asks Neva as a sock runs by with a T-shirt close behind. "I like hot dogs now" she replies calmly, "I don't like worms."
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
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