The Best Day

This story was originally written many years ago when my boys were young, sometime around 2002.  I don't have any illustrations with this one and I actually finished it just a few days ago.  I'm very proud of this story and can still remember the day this happened.  I dedicate this story to my oldest son who inspires me more than he knows.

All stories are the intellectual property of Jennifer Charles.

Triston loves to play with dirt and rocks;
he stays outside all day.
The sand gets in his pants and socks
but he still loves to play.

Building roads and runways
is his favorite thing to do -
for all his cars and helicopters,
trucks and airplanes, too.

One day Triston's little brother,
some call him "The Beast",
was pretending to be a monster
and destroyed his masterpiece.

The Beast just laughed while Triston cried
and soon a fight broke out -
punches here and scratches there,
both boys began to shout.

Mommy ran to see what all the fussing was about.
She made each tell the other "I'm sorry" and both began to pout.

"Now stop this pouting," Mom said,
as she helped them to their feet.
She patted both on the head
and said, "Let's build something neat."

So all three sat in the dirt
with trucks and cars and trains.
They built special roads and highways
that could also be used by planes.

The cars and trucks drove north and south,
some drove east to west.
Uphill, downhill, round and round,
until they stopped to rest.

The boys were tired and slowing down,
the heat had been too much.
Mom said, "Let's go inside
and I'll make you boys some lunch."

They shook the sand out of their clothes
and put the cars away.
The Beast even helped clean up the mess
that they had made that day!

With hands washed and bellies full,
the boys sat down to rest.
Before nodding off, Triston said to Mom,
"This day has been the best!"