My granddaughter, Sabria, spent the night with me last Wednesday. Her mom had to be out of town. Garey was out of town, as well, so it was just the two of us, which is rare, and I love those times.
On the way to my house, she told me about a writing assignment her teacher had given the class. They were to write three stories, then pick the best one to turn in for a grade. The students would be given three prompts. The first two were: A Time Machine and Babysitting. They haven’t been given the third prompt.
“Do you want to hear the Time Machine story?” she asked.