A Tale of Two (or Three) Giraffes Part 2

Have you read A Tale of Two (or Three) Giraffes Part 1?

Here’s part 2:

This afternoon I cleaned out Piper’s backpack. We were searching for her homework, which she likes to stuff really far down in various pockets in hopes that I won’t find it and make her do it. Nice try.

Buried deep down in there were the giraffes magnets that were recently confiscated by Piper’s teacher from the thieving, evil first grader who stole them from Piper’s locker.

Except. Piper had two giraffe magnets. And now we have…

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“Piper, why do you now have three giraffe magnets?” I asked.  “You only had two before.”

“Ugh oh,” Piper said, “maybe I stole HIS giraffe magnet! I’M the thief!”

Don’t worry, dear readers. Piper will be returning the giraffe magnet to the innocent, evil first grade boy first thing tomorrow.

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7 thoughts on “A Tale of Two (or Three) Giraffes Part 2

  1. When I was in first grade, I have my teacher a Mickey Mouse figurine that I had gotten at a garage sale. She loved Mickey. About two weeks after I gave it to her, I came home devastated. “Mom! You’ll never believe it! Someone stole Chris’ Mickey figurine that I gave her! Right off her desk!” I then went on to explain we had a big lesson about stealing and if anyone knew who took it, they should give it back and wouldn’t be in trouble.

    Over Christmas break, my mom was cleaning out my closet. Because Piper and I are kindred spirits, I am sure you can assume the state of my closet. Anyway, tucked in the back was that Mickey figurine. When approached, I immediately started crying and said “I just couldn’t bear to part with it! I loved it too much!”

  2. When I was in first grade, I gave my teacher a Mickey Mouse figurine that I had picked up for her at a garage sale (she loved Mickey). One day, I came home from school devastated.

    “Mom, someone stole the Mickey figurine from Chris’ desk!” I then went on to explain we had a big lesson on stealing and as long as the person who took the figurine returned it, they wouldn’t get in trouble. It never showed up.

    Over Christmas break, my mom was cleaning out my closet. Because P and I are kindred spirits, I am sure you can understand the state of my closet at that time in my life. Buried in the back was that Mickey figurine. When approached, I started sobbing:

    “I just loved it too much! I couldn’t bear to part with it!”

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