A. VDB

Mommy was happy when I was good.

I was good when I was quiet.

I was good when I did what I was told.

Then I got older

And Mommy wanted me to be pretty too.

She said—

“If you let me pluck your eyebrows I’ll take you to Marble Slab”

That’s the fancy place mommy’s boyfriend

took her.

She pinched the tweezers and

pulled just one hair out of my face.

I cried.

I got ice cream anyway.

I guess that means

ugly kids can have ice cream too.