The Trouble with A.G.

{Writing Exercise in Child's Voice}

The trouble with A.G., my little brother, is flypaper. Well, that's my trouble I guess. I am to flypaper, as he is to - well- you get my drift, Dear Pen Pal.

Momma says it is impolite to call people names. I'm not sure I would call an analogy name-callin'. And, besides, I didn't call him "flypaper" to his face. He probably doesn't even know what that is, bein' only five and all.

Anyway, as you can imagine, I'm too busy to be lookin' after him all day. I'm practicing tap, gymnastics, vocalizing, the usual. All that barely leaves time for our water ballet. This summer season, Luanne and I have choreographed a show to "Hello Dolly". Not Carol Channing's version, but Miss Barbara Streisand's, of course. It's our best yet!

Luanne and I are older now, so we can hold our breath a lot longer. I wish I could point my toes as good as Luanne, but I've got strength and timin' at least. That counts for somethin' don't you think?

Anyway, I won't be able to write again until after our show on Saturday. I've still gotta deliver the invites to Momma, Pappa, Aunt Jolie and Mabel. Until next time, Musically Yours, Savannah Louise Whitmore.