Pajama-clad Grandson tore into the dining room like a tornado and
climbed chairs. Too small to notice what was happening outside, he
pounded a seat with tiny fists. His mind was on something far more
important.
'French Toast, French Toast,' he demanded. 'I want French Toast.
Now!'
Granddaughter twisted from my arms, further talk about stories replaced
by this much higher priority.
'Me, too!' she shouted, joining the pounding.
Pots and pans rattled, dishes and bowls clattered, refrigerator doors
slammed, and utensils baton-waved in all directions. Grandpa had
launched into his traditional and celebrated French Toast Extravaganza
that began early each Thanksgiving Day morning.
***
Thanksgiving is past. The grandchildren are back home in a distant city.
Grandpa has a promise to keep.
Creating a Setting
"Where will the story take place?
'Where there are palm trees, of course.'
'What kind of palm trees? For example, there are coconut palms, and
there are date palms, and there are also banana palms.'
'Grandpa,' impatiently, 'I want them all!'
That's one decision.
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