Category: Pookies Journal
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Volume 23- 5:31 PM. The humans begin their ritual. They call it “dinner.” I call it “The Hour of Loud Furniture and Sauce-Based Disasters.” I position myself precisely eleven inches from the table—close enough for surveillance, far enough to avoid spaghetti collateral. The toddler arrives first. Chunk, the tiny warlord. Cheeks smeared with cheese remnants…
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Volume 13: The Return of the Goblin — 4:03 PM. School is out. Peace is over. I hear him before I see him. Thundering through the foyer like a linebacker made of graham crackers and ambition. The three-year-old—Chunk—has returned. I brace. His backpack hits the floor. His shoes remain on. This concerns me. He calls…
