Even when she wasn’t looking, Mommy seemed to know when Kelly went near it and always said,
“Don’t get into Mommy’s purse.” She even seemed to know when Kelly was thinking about it, because she’d say,
“You’re not thinking about getting into my purse, are you?”
Standing in front of Mommy’s purse, Kelly didn’t try to think about looking inside. The thought just popped into her head.
“I’ll never get out,” she thought. “I’m stuck inside Mommy’s purse.”
Kelly’s stomach growled. “Why did I ever want to get in here in the first place?
This never would have happened if I didn’t want to get inside Mommy’s purse.”
“Do you really want to know?” asked Kelly. “It might scare you.”
Before Mommy could answer, Kelly began to talk so fast that her words got tangled in telling
Mommy all she had seen and done. As Kelly talked, Mommy reached inside her purse for her
brush and began to stroke Kelly’s hair, listening to Kelly’s every word.
“You’ve been through a lot, haven’t you?” asked Mommy.