So back when my mom was the cook for a daycare, me and my sister would go with her because we were home schooled at the time as well and we did our homework in this empty little computer room that had a bathroom in it.
Well we both had imaginary friends and you know with those you make them talk. So I had created a group of certain friends that specifically hated my sister and picked on her because she was always mean to me. It gave me some kind of satisfaction and even to this day she doesn't really know the reason why I made those up. Basically it was just easier to use them as a front to say what I really wanted to say without having to actually say it to her face.
Ah good times, good times. I kind of miss that daycare too. We were taught how to swim even though we still can't today and we participated in Halloween events they had and I rediscovered mac and cheese. Plus we would help mom get lunch ready for the kids.
I always did the plasticware while my sister did napkins and we would always help mom with the dishes at the end of the day.
And when the kitchen was running out of items our mom took us with her to BJs to get things. It was so fun! Ah being young has its perks! Can't deny that!
