Chapter 4

Teddy's POV

All the children in my class wait on their mommies and daddies. I wait too. Now that I have been to school, I don't need to go tomorrow. Tomorrow I want to play with Phoebe, the nanny and mrs. Taylor.

I have my shark bag pack on and my lunchbox in my hand. I'm tired, but I had a lot of fun. Peter from my desk is funny and we played together. We played with the cars, but mrs. Noel scolded us, because we took the cars outside. It didn't help when I told her, it's more fun driving the cars outside in the sand.

We have all a note with us. Mrs. Noel said that we should get our mommies and daddies to sign it. It's about something called weapons and guns. I guess mommy or daddy will mail the note, because I'm not coming back. I'm not allowed to play wit guns. Daddy hates them. Once I found a cool gun in a toy store, but daddy wouldn't give me one. I told that to Grandma and Grandpa, but they said the same thing as daddy – weapons aren't toys. But if they aren't toys, why are they in a toy store then?

"Who picks you up?" Peter asks me. I like Peter. He like cars just like me.

"My mommy and daddy," I say and look towards the door. I can't see mommy and daddy yet, only that guy in the black suit. "Who is picking you up?"

"My sister," Peter says. "My mommy and daddy has to work."

"I have a sister too, but she can't drive a car," I say. "Only, mommy, daddy and mr. Taylor can drive a car."

"Who's mr. Taylor?" Peter asks me.

"Mr. Taylor is working for my daddy," I say. "He drives my daddy at work and sometimes my mommy."

"Whoa, your mommy and daddy don't drive a car," Peter says.

"No," I say. "Not for work. But daddy always drives when were going to visit my Grandma and Grandpa. Mommy drives when my sister and I have to go to the doctor and the tooth doctor."

"Peter, I told you to wait outside."

We both look at the door. And there's a girl standing and she doesn't look nice. She has a lot of earrings like my mommy. But hers isn't in her ears, there are on her lip, over her lip, in her nose and over her eyes.

"So..., sorry Amy," Peter stutters "Bye Teddy." And then he walks outside the door, and them I'm all by myself. Wish mommy and daddy would come. I miss them.

"Teddy! There's my little prince."

I look around and by the door, mommy and daddy is standing. I ran towards them, but then I remember mrs. Noel's rule about not running inside. I walk into my mommy's and daddy's open arms and they give me a big hug. I look up at them and daddy shakes my hair.

"Hi buddy, how was school?"

I giggle because it's good to see mommy and daddy, and because I didn't cry and because I had a lot of fun. "It was good, daddy. But I want to go home to Phoebe now," I say and walk towards the door.

"Wait Teddy," my mommy says and grabs my hand. "What have you forgotten?"

I look at mommy and daddy and daddy then points with his chin at mrs. Noel. I roll my eyes at daddy and his eyebrow shoots up, and I know that I have done something wrong. I walk up to mrs. Noel and she looks at me.

"Yes Theodore?"

"My mommy and daddy has come to get me," I say and looks at mommy and daddy. Mommy is looking at some of the drawings we have made today and daddy looks at the car I played with together with Peter. I look back at mrs. Noel, and she offers me her hand and I take it.

"Thank you for a fine day, Theodore. See you tomorrow."

I quickly shake my head. "I don't need to come to school tomorrow. I have been today."

Mrs. Noel starts to laugh, like I have said something funny. "Oh Theodore, you have to attend school every Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday the next many years."

"No, not me. Goodbye mrs. Noel," I say and I turn around on my heals, just like daddy, when he doesn't ap-pro-ve something. I walk up to mommy and daddy and they both takes my hands and we walk out the door.

Out on the hallway I can't see the man in the black suit. "Where is the man in the black suit, daddy?"

Daddy looks down at me. "He's driven home, when he saw your mommy and me."

"Will he be there tomorrow too?" I ask, because I think it's silly for the man in the black suit to bee there when I'm not.

Daddy nods. "Of course. He's always with you, when you're at school."

I look at mommy and then back at daddy. "But I have been to school today, daddy. I don't need to go to school any more."

I hear mommy giggle and daddy is smirking. "Teddy, tell me what you have learned today," daddy says.

I wrinkle my eyebrows. Why does daddy ask me that? "I learned some of the letters in the alphabet and I learned some of the numbers, and I learned that I'm not allowed to run in the hallways and that I'm not allowed to play with the toy car out in the sandbox – even though it's more fun to play with it in the sandbox than inside on the carpet."

Mommy squats down in front of me. "You see Honey, that's why you have to go back to school tomorrow. So you can learn even more than you learned today. That's also why you have to attend school in many years, so you can learn to put the letters together and create words, and put numbers together and create new numbers."

"But then I won't have time to play with Phoebe and mrs. Taylor and the nanny and you and daddy," I say and I begin to feel a little sad.

Mommy pulls me into hug and she kisses my on top of my head. "You'll have new friends Honey, and you can always play with Phoebe when you're back from school, and you'll have done your homework." Mommy get back up on her feet and we begin to walk again.

Daddy opens the front door and we steps out side. There aren't any pa-pa-raz-zis like this morning. I see Taylor, he is waiting by daddy's big car and he opens the backdoor for us. "Mr. and mrs. Grey. Young mr. Grey," he says and give me a little smile."

Mommy smiles at Taylor. "Hi Taylor," she says and gets in the back of the car. I climbs in after mommy and daddy get in after me.

"Where to, mr. Grey?" Taylor asks daddy.

"To the house, Taylor," daddy says and looks down at me. "What have you been doing all day, Teddy?"

"I played with Peter and while we ate, mrs. Noel read a story to us."

Mommy gives my hand a squeeze. "Really? Which story?"

"'Moogie the messy Beastie'."

Mommy gets a weird face – just like when Phoebe finishes her plate of food. "Oh... That's such a cute story."

I nod. "And when we were done eating, mrs. Noel told us to draw a picture from the book. It was fun. Although Michael didn't want to share the crayons – mrs. Noel scolded him for that."

Daddy looks at mommy, and mommy shakes her head, why I don't know. But daddy get that look on his face, when he does something against mommy's wishes. Daddy rolls his eyes and then looks at me. "What did you else do?"

"We played a name-game. Mrs. Noel started; she said her name, tossed the bean-bag to me, and I had to say her name first, and then my name, then I tossed the bean-bag to Peter; and he had to first say mrs. Noel's name, then mine and his. He then tossed the bean-bag to..."

"OK, buddy. We get the picture," daddy laughs. "What did you else do?"

I think. We have done so much to day. "Mrs. Noel showed us the letters S, T, L, A and B, and then we had to point at things that started with the letters and then draw and write them."

When we got home, mrs. Taylor was waiting. "Mr. and mrs. Grey. Teddy, how was school? Let me take you back pack."

I give her my shark back pack and my jacket. "It was OK, mrs. Taylor. I'm hungry."

"Do you want me to make you a snack, Teddy?" she asks me, and I nod.

Teddy, what do you say?" mommy says.

I look at mrs. Taylor. "Yes please," I say and look back at mommy. "May I play with Phoebe now mommy?"

"You may, but not too wild."

"Yes mommy," I says at go to find my little sister.

Phoebe and I are sitting on the top of the stairs – we're playing spy agents, and mommy and daddy are the bad guys.

Mommy is looking in my shark back pack and I tap Phoebe on her shoulder. "Look Phoebe, the smuggler has put something in the back pack."

I watch as mommy find the paper in my shark back pack. "Christian," she yells and daddy walks up to her. "Look at this." And mommy gives daddy the paper. I wonder if I'm in trouble for not having remembered that paper.

Daddy looks at the paper and then he looks at mommy and then back to the paper. "'The pupil isn't allowed to bring or wear any weapon on to the school's ground. Weapons involves guns, shotguns, airguns, knifes and any other subject that can harm/injure other pupils and teachers.'" Daddy looks at mommy, and mummy is pale in her face. "This has to be a joke. Listen to this. 'The school's staff is in it's rights to inspects the students lockers, if they think a pupil have a weapon. If a weapon is found on the pupil or in the pupil's locker, the school has the right to expel the pupil from the school.' We have to sign this... oh and Teddy too," daddy says and he sounds more and more angry. And mommy walks to daddy's side. "What? Shall Teddy sign too? But he can't spell his entire name yet," mommy says and looks at daddy.

I look at Phoebe, she's still sitting next to me, but I don't want mommy and daddy to know that we spied on them. I take Phoebe's little hand and we walk into the nursery. "Do you want to draw Phoebe?" I ask and she jumps up and down and clap her small hands.

"Draw, draw. Me like to draw."

I smile at Phoebe. "Then sit by the table. I'll get some paper and crayons." I walk to the big chest of drawers and from there, I find some sheets of papers and all of our crayons. I walk back to the table and place it on the middle and sit down next to Phoebe.

Phoebe isn't good at drawing, but she can still see what it is. "Have you missed me, Phoebe?" She nods. "I missed you too."

"You stray witch me t'moraw?"

"Not stray witch, Phoebe, but stay with. Can you say 'stay with'?"

"Stay … with."

I clap my hands. She likes it, when we clap at her. "That's better." I continue to draw. I don't want Phoebe to find out that I lied to her.

"Teddyyyy," she says and kick my leg under the table and I scream. Then daddy is in the room and mommy follows a little after.

Daddy scoops me up and mommy scoops Phoebe up. "What happens here?" daddy asks while he runs his hand up and down my arm.

"Phoebe kicked me," I say. I can see that mommy is about to scold Phoebe but it was my own fault. "Don't scold Phoebe, mommy. It was my fault."

"What do you mean, buddy?" daddy asks me and he walks up to the sofa and sits down with me on his lap.

"I'm sorry, mommy and daddy. I lied to Phoebe. I told her that it was only today I would be in school, and she got angry. Don't scold her mommy, pleace," I beg.

"Oh Honey. My little prince," mommy says. "She's only three years old. This is new for her too, not having her big brother with her all the time."

Mommy then places Phoebe back at the table. "Phoebe, you know that you're not allowed to kick or hit anybody," mommy says in a stern voice and then she walks up to the sofa and sits down next to daddy and me. "Teddy, you didn't know any better. You thought that you just had to go to school one day, so you haven't lied to your sister." Mommy pads me on my knee and I feel a little better.

I look over at Phoebe and she is drawing again. "Are you sure it will be better?" I ask daddy and he nods.

"Absolutely. And you know what?" I shake my head. "In two years Phoebe will attend school too, just like you did today. And then you can protect her again and help her."

I look up at mommy, and she nods. "And I'll do that." Both mommy and daddy gives me a big hug, and I look over at Phoebe. I look forward to when she is attending school. It will be fun and I can tell her every from my own first day.