The Giggle in the Path — Before breakfast, Tessa dragged chalk, ribbon, and two wobbly sticks onto the front path. She wanted to make a welcome parade for her family with her own two hands. Read the full story →
Before breakfast, Tessa dragged chalk, ribbon, and two wobbly sticks onto the front path. She wanted to make a welcome parade for her family with her own two hands. Scratch, tap, swish went the chalk as she drew a curvy road from the porch to the apple tree.
Her dad made paper flags, her mom tied bows, and her little brother Jory stamped leaf prints that smelled green and muddy. “Mine has a smoosh!” he said, proudly.
Then the path giggled. Not a person—the path. Tessa lifted the doormat, and there sat a tiny paper crown folded by Jory, hiding like a king of dust bunnies.
So they crowned the welcome parade, held hands, and marched past the sunny bushes. Can you spot the curvy path where Tessa’s chalk went scratch, tap, swish?