Welcome to The Three Things Challenge.
Below are three things that may, or may not, be related. Simply read the prompt and see where your creativity takes you.
You can use one, two or all three words in your post, there are no restrictions regarding length, style, or genre apart from keeping it family friendly.
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Your three words are:
By Tessa Dean January 2021
Ginny was spending the night at the Banks’ house tonight as the weather had turned nasty and the snow was flying and the roads were icy. Thomas feared for her trying to drive home in this weather so a conference was held between the three parents and it was decided that Ginny could stay the night, but she had to promise to stay downstairs in the living room and on the couch. Thomas and Ginny were still virgins and had sort of decided to wait until they were married and so they weren’t planning on any hanky panky.
Sometime in the early morning Ginny felt a soft item hit her followed by elbows and knees. “Thomas?” Ginny asked groggily.
“Nope,” a very childish voice answered. Ginny got up and turned on the lamp by the couch. It was Anthony and his favorite blanket, now ensconced in her lap. “Anthony, what are you doing up and down here with me. How did you get out of your crib?”
Anthony sucked his thumb and just cuddled closer to her. Picking him up she headed upstairs mindful of the promise to stay down there on the couch, but surely bringing Anthony back up to bed wasn’t going to be a problem.
She went into his room and the crib side was still up. Anthony now knew how to climb out of his crib. She went to the master bedroom and knocked on the door. Mr. Banks opened it and looked out. “What’s going on? Why are you up here? Anthony?”
“I am sorry Mr. Banks, but Anthony came downstairs on his own and climbed into bed with me. I brought him up here only to find out he managed to climb out of the crib. It looks like it is time to move him to the big boy bed that is waiting for him.
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