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Kids are Not Always Angels
Kids are Not Always Angels
Kids are Not Always Angels
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While on a Caribbean Cruise and after numerous bottles of Moscato wine and several trips to the all-you-can-eat dessert bar, four sisters decided to write a book about their love affair with food and their experiences with diet disasters. They also invited a brother to contribute some writing, and they called the book Cupcakes Are Not a Diet Food.
Since that book was so much fun and a great success, they decided to write another book in the Another Round of Laughter series, calling it Kids are Not Always Angels.

Since the books are a family affair, they asked their other brothers to join in on the writing adventure. However, they both declined. It should also be noted that their very talented cousin, Becki Angle-Martin, designs the book covers.

They hope you enjoy the tattered tales of the devil angels who grace their lives, and remember that kids are not defined by age, but by their actions. These stories are written about kids of all ages.

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Release dateNov 22, 2016
ISBN9781370775422
Kids are Not Always Angels
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Brenda Kennedy

Brenda Kennedy, an award winning and Amazon bestselling author, is a true believer of romance. Her stories are based on the relationships that define our lives - compassionate, emotionally gripping, and uplifting novels with true to life characters, that stay with her readers long after the last page is turned. Her varied, not always pleasant background has given her the personal experience to take her readers on an emotional, sometimes heart wrenching, journey through her stories. Brenda has been a struggling single mom, a survivor of domestic abuse, waitress, corrections officer, hostage negotiator and a corrections nurse. She is also a wife, mom, and grandmother. Even though her life was not always rainbows and butterflies, she is a survivor and believes her struggles have made her the person she is today. Brenda is the author of the award winning book, Forever Country (The Rose Farm Trilogy Book 1). She has been dubbed "The Queen of Cliffhangers" by her adoring readers because books one and two always have a cliffhanger ending. In Brenda's own words, "I write series that end in cliffhangers, because I love them. I always give away the first book in each series so you have nothing to lose by reading it." She was born and raised in Zanesville, Ohio and moved to SW Florida in 2006 with her husband Rex. They have a combined family, and she often jokes about not remembering what child belongs to who.

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    Kids are Not Always Angels - Brenda Kennedy

    Kids are Not Always Angels

    By

    Brenda Kennedy

    Carla Evans

    Martha Farmer

    Rosa Jones

    David Bruce

    Another Round of Laughter Series

    A collection of true, funny, short stories written by four sisters and a brother

    Copyright 2016

    By

    Brenda Kennedy

    Carla Evans

    Martha Farmer

    Rosa Jones

    David Bruce

    SMASHWORDS EDITION

    This book is dedicated to everyone who has ever experienced an angel with tattered wings.

    We hope everyone to whom this book is dedicated buys a copy.

    Preface

    While on a Caribbean Cruise and after numerous bottles of Moscato wine and several trips to the all-you-can-eat dessert bar, four sisters decided to write a book about their love affair with food and their experiences with diet disasters. They also invited a brother to contribute some writing, and they called the book Cupcakes Are Not a Diet Food.

    Since that book was so much fun and a great success, they decided to write another book in the Another Round of Laughter series, calling it Kids are Not Always Angels.

    Since the books are a family affair, they asked their other brothers to join in on the writing adventure. However, they both declined. It should also be noted that their very talented cousin Becki Angle-Martin designs the book covers.

    They hope you enjoy the tattered tales of the devil angels who grace their lives, and remember that kids are not defined by age, but by their actions. These stories are written about kids of all ages. 

    Chapter One: Whose Kids are These?

    By

    Brenda Kennedy

    Disclaimer: All names and ages have been changed to protect the guilty.

    So after my siblings and I wrote Cupcakes are Not a Diet Food, we decided since it was such a huge success, we would write a book in the Another Round of Laughter series about kids.

    My mind raced with what I could write about. Sadly, nothing funny came to mind about funny things my kids did. But it ran wild with funny things other people’s kids did.

    My sister Carla called me up to tell me that I couldn’t use two stories about my own children because she had dibs on them. Since I couldn’t think of anything funny, I doubted she could either. Once she started talking about my kids, and the stories she was claiming as her own, I was reminded that yeah, my kids are not always angels either.

    I remember when I was young that my mom would tell me she hopes that I have kids who act just like me. Little did I know at the time that it was more of a threat than a compliment. But as time would go on, and history would repeat itself, I can honestly say, I had not one, but six children who act just like me. Thanks, Mom.

    The main thing that I’ve learned while raising children is that kids are not always angels. Yes, this goes for your kids, too. I see you looking around the room, thinking your little Tommy is a perfect angel. I’ll bet you right now, that your little Tommy is up to something. Remember, if your house is too quiet, it’s because Tommy is either asleep or he’s up to something.

    This book is written with humor in mind. I am not a perfect mother, and my children are not always angels. I am not making fun of your children, but laughing at my own.

    Boys will be Boys

    I have six children. I know, I’m crazy, right? I was married twice and had to give each husband three kids. I thought I had to make it fair. Although I love each and every one of my children, that decision right there was my first mistake. Raising six children is harder than it sounds. On second thought, it is just as hard as it sounds.

    My kids were born in the era before electronics. So sadly, they are probably the last generation to play outside, and to understand that when the streetlights come on, you better be hightailing your butt home. They are probably the last generation to play Simon Says, Dodgeball, and Red Light, Green Light, and the last generation to lie in the grass, looking at clouds and seeing God’s drawings of fluffy bunnies and other things. Life before electronics was truly the good ole days.

    I have three wonderful sons and three beautiful daughters. None of my children are alike. They are all different and each has his or her own personality.

    One of my three sons loved bugs when he was a small child and even into his teenage years. Let’s call him Jimmy. One night just before Jimmy’s bath, he got all bright eyed and told me he had a secret. More worried than curious, I sat on the edge of the tub and asked him sweetly what his secret was. I remember this like it was yesterday. His smile spread across his dirty face, his curly hair hanging slightly in his eyes. He’s shirtless; he’s wearing just dirty old play jeans and filthy gray socks.

    It’s in my pocket, he whispered.

    Now, I’m more curious than worried. May I see it?

    He looks at me like he just discovered my hidden sweet stash in my bedroom closet. He reached slowly into his pocket and pulled out a handful of dead grasshoppers. I have a pet, he said proudly.

    I didn’t have the heart to tell him those grasshopper are not pets and those grasshoppers are not alive.

    So, we pulled some grass from the front lawn, and put the grass and the dead grasshoppers in the jar where he kept them until… I honestly can’t remember. I should ask him. After 30 years, he could still have that jar of dead bugs hidden in his dresser drawer.

    This same sweet little boy stood by in our apartment complex one day and watched as the groundskeepers planted flowers along the sidewalks and flagpoles. After dinner, little Jimmy went outside and picked every single flower that was planted and provided everyone in the apartment complex with flowers, including myself. A few days later, there was an eviction notice on the front door.

    One year, my two oldest sons wanted some spending money, so they got a job delivering newspapers to people’s houses. We’ll call them Jimmy and Bobby. They had bicycles with baskets to deliver the papers in, but obviously that wasn’t fast enough because one night they went across the street to the fairgrounds and borrowed a golf cart.

    The judge used the word stole, but my husband and I prefer the word borrowed. After all, they returned it when they were done making their daily deliveries. After court, my husband said to me quietly so no one could hear, I wish I had been that smart. I had to walk three miles a day on my newspaper route. I wish the judge had heard him.

    The judge ordered my kids to do community service at the same fairground they borrowed the golf cart from. I guess so they could see where they put all the other golf carts.

    This story is about my third son, we’ll call him Robby. One day my husband and I asked the older kids to please watch the younger kids while we go to the grocery. Stay in the house until we get back. We won’t be gone long. Once they assured us they would, we left.

    When we returned home, a police officer was standing at the front door of our house. Nervously, we ran up to see what was wrong. The police officer told us that our son was walking home from the community center in an alley when he saw what he thought was a play gun lying in the grass. He picked it up and when he realized it was real, he tossed it down and ran home and called the police.

    We all walked down to the alley, and my son showed us where the gun was. We were so relieved that he was all right, and extremely proud of Robby, but at the same time upset that he didn’t stay in the house like he was supposed to. A reporter from the newspaper showed up, took a picture of Robby, and wrote a newspaper article called The Neighborhood Hero.

    Later we learned that the gun was loaded. I still have nightmares about what could have happened to him, or what would have happened if someone else had found that gun. When the article was published in the newspaper, my son received cards, money, gift cards, and movie tickets from strangers for being a Neighbor ‘Hood’ Hero. He was an angel, a neighborhood hero, and he definitely had a guardian angel watching over him that day. But he still should have kept his tail in the house like we asked.

    One year, for summer vacation, my husband and I

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