Where there are three

My grandmother took a major decision, the other day. Was ponderin ponderin and how to deal with her three little darlins in the best possible way. He finally decided since there were three of them, maybe there should be three of his. Yes, my grandmother decided that his personality had split into three personalities and become three in one. Who knows? Even Miss Ophrie that might come a callin on his door and a three in one wantin to meet them.

So my grandmother had to decide which three persons who would have been. He thought favored the girlies', but she did not know what does not Lahon Lindsay, Hannah Montana, Dora the Explorer, Taylor Hicks, Paula Abdul, Hilary Duff, or even could be all Polly Pockets. So my grandmother just fell on the personality of old tried and true, who knew some real, real good!

To begin with, my grandmother thought it might be a good idea to start the day with his personality Shirley Temple. After all, his sweet little theirselfs could not even be that sweet. Grandma thought he could get down to the beautiful Miss Cindy shop Roffler put Shirley Temple curls around her head. Then she'd find a candy store and his great imagination largest git, stripedest lollipop that has ever been done. Knees of the old grandmother was able to knockin when she slipped right into Shirley Temple's stand-out dress with the crinoline petticoat peekin from below. My grandmother has also brought out an old pair of black patent leathers Shirley Temple to complete his new personality.

Needless to say, when my grandmother Shirley Temple walked to model his new personality to her children all went to cry and laugh and call my grandmother silly goose. This, of course, was before being spied the giant lollipops, and then they started calling me grabbin and claims of great beauty with great enthusiasm that have crushed the party and sent to the candy stick a sail through the air until landed up and down with glasses of his grandfather (who had just put on to see who the doll in cute curls, Shirley Temple was). Fortunately for him, he had 'em long enough to see a bout only Pullin grandmother never one of them locks out.

So, the next character. Grandma thought it would make a perfect Annie Oakley. Gittin a big ole hat over what was left of their locks is not too much trouble, but when his grandmother put spurs them Brogans she wound up scratchin his brand new wooden floors that his grandfather had just deposed.

The grandmother had no cowgirl dress so he just took the chenille bedspread, and it is almost all gone around her to be the top purtiest any cowgirl ever seen. Finally, her grandmother tied her gun and guard (who knows where it came from?) Around his waist. Then he took the kids to jump rope 'and began to twirl the rope and lassoing a right there in front of the television where their children were glued to some show called Deal or No Deal.

Took 'em a minute to notice Annie (aka Granny), but when they did, they went to grabbin and call us their requests for guns on the flanks of Annie. Whoa! The grandmother could not make them candy to get their hands on weapons and not well thought real fast with all his strength and his keen eye-shooter, she hung them guns straight for the sink full of dirty dishes. They knew girls would not go anywhere near dirty dishes, and he was right. The next thing she heard was: "No Deal!"

Well, my grandmother was left with her choice of a third person. There was no doubt that what would be. The grandmother has her lipstick drawn out and older than her, Joan Crawford reddest smile anyone had ever seen. Yes, Grandma was going to be a perfect Mommy Dearest. To tell you what happened after would be too scary, but Grandma'll tell you that in the blink of an eye on her children will not go near the closet no longer exists, and awakin continue until the middle of something Screamin night can not figure out on crutches.

Grandma tried. The grandmother was not successful. Now the grandmother will be only the grandmother, but she still wonders what would have happened if he had just made his experiment a bit 'easier and divided into three cronies instead. (Bomp, slap shot!)