Clambert Makes A Magical Mess

12/02/2020

“Mooooooom! I spilled!”

Clambert’s mother, Bopsy Bubbers, tilted her head down with a big sigh, eyes closed. “Clambert, did you make a mess again…?”

Bopsy heard Clambert shriek with pure delight and put her laundry basket on top of the dryer. The clothes would have to wait!

Bopsy made her way to the kitchen, tying her hair up to get it out of the way. She rounded the hallway corner and stopped dead in her tracks.

“Mom! MOM! My cereal is spilling UP!”

Bopsy couldn’t believe her eyes. Clambert’s cereal bowl was upside down on the floor…but all his cereal and milk were on the ceiling!

She ripped her eyes from the crazy ceiling cereal and looked at her mischievous boy. He had cereal in his hair, a big grin on his face, and apparently had forgotten his pants in his bedroom. He ran over to her with glee, grinning and giggling while milk and cereal bounced off his head and floated to the ceiling to join their friends.

“MOOOOOOM!” Clambert yelled as he hugged her leg with all his cuddly force. “Can you believe this is real? The cereal is on the ceiling! What if it rains on our heads?”

As if the cereal was listening to Clambert’s commands, it whooooooshed towards him and his mother, across the ceiling until it was right over them, like a delicious, sugary milkstorm waiting to rain down on their heads!

“Clambert, you little magician! Whatever you said to your cereal to get it on the ceiling, you BETTER tell it not to fall down on us!”

Clambert giggled, shrugging his shoulders with his arms and hands spread wide. He glanced at the ceiling and smacked his hands to his face. It had stopped moving, like a frozen lake (with Fruity Pebbles, mmmmm)! He rushed into the hallway, right through his mother’s legs. She turned around to yell at him to come back, not noticing the ceiling had started to very, slowly drip…

WHOOOOOOOOSH! Down on her head the ceiling cereal came, drenching her hair. And she had JUST showered, noooooooooooo! Bopsy threw her hands into the hair and smacked them down on her wet blue jeans, mouth wide open with a silent scream!

“Clambert Bubbers!!! You are GROUNDED, MISTER!”