Snotty Nose David

You are about to take a trip back to 1944,
Wynell was about 13, so I will tell it in first person, Now which person?
"I Wanna Go, I wanna go", screamed David, Little pest, Every time I get to leave this house he has to follow, and he always has a snotty nose.
Mama asked me to walk the two blocks to the corner store. Being in the midst of the depression, Every penny counted. Heck, who am I kidding, the depression was nothing different for us. We never had money and often not enough food to feed, 9 hungry kids. But today she had a few pennies, we needed beans and I was asked to go. No, I was told to go, and take David and he is begging for an Ice cream.
David never lets me out of his sight. He thinks he has to follow me everywhere I go. I will be so glad when I can move out and not watch these brats. With David, 6, Coy 5, Retha, at age 3, Caroll age 2 and one on the way , I knew I would never get to do anything just for me.
Well today I am not taking him with me. Mama always lets him have his way. I can still hear Mama say, Oh take the little thing with you Nell, It wont kill you." NO not me, but he may not live until we get there. I have to let him go but he is not gonna walk with me he has to stay behind because he is crying.
David got his way, he is following along behind me, one hand behind his back holding up his pants that are falling off and the other arm, wiping the snot off his face. One sweep every few minutes and it is smeared on his cheeks. Hate taking care of these kids. Why doesnt he stop crying, David if you dont shut up I am gonna make you wish you did, So I did it, I picked up a rock and threw it at him. Got him, now the crying is really getting to me. I had perfect aim and got him on the side of the head. Hey I did not mean to hurt him, not really. And I am gonna get in so much trouble, He will tattle.
OK I say to him, If you will stop crying I will get you an Ice Cream cone. I tried to make up for being such a horrible sister, (although I did not really care.)
I do not have any extra money, so the only way to get it is Steal. I have to do something or he is gonna tell Mama I hit him with a rock, and then I will get in big trouble, so what if I hurt the little brat.
Now I have to sneak this bomber out of the store. I stick it down in the waist of my jeans, when we get ourside I reach down to hand him the ice cream, It has thawed, all I pull out is the stick. Now I have two problems, David is wailing again, I have melted ice cream in my jeans and I am gonna get it.
Oh well, guess i will just have to pretend to pass out, then they will feel sorry for me, Works every time.

Wynell loved to tell this story on your Dad, Today Retha remembered it and told it again, I am sure you kids have heard it but thinking of your Dad with a huge head of messy hair, Snot on his face and crying for an ice cream is so much fun.