By Thomas Kleaton
Mommy is superstitious about the pretty red birds I like to watch outside my window, although she buys sunflower seeds for them at the grocery store every Friday. Mommy calls me Kim, which is short for Kimberley.
Last night a black bird flew into my bedroom. Mommy found out because she heard it chirping from the high shelf in my closet. Mommy looked so funny chasing it with a broom! I laughed at her running around, beating on the curtains and checking my windows.
Not those windows, Mommy, I pointed at the mirror hanging on my bedroom door. That one!