S is for Surprise
The last few days before Christmas are a tortuous time for those who are just old enough to keep track of how many days are left, but too young to be able to fill the time very easily. When my brother was little, I used to make that time of year even worse by giving him maddeningly oblique hints about the presents he was getting from me. One year, in a gesture which was (even for me) diabolical, I wrote down what I was getting him, and showed the paper to my pre-literate brother. Thinking quickly, he snatched the paper from me and ran downstairs to where our mother was. “Read it Mom! Mom, read it! Hurry! Quick! Just tell me what it says!” he pleaded.
About a minute later, one very annoyed pre-schooler came trudging back up the stairs and glared angrily at me.
I had written: “A SURPRISE.”