Jason’s Permanent Grass
Jason liked all the
colors in his crayon box. He had a brother who was already reading and spelling
his own name. He had two parents who hid on purpose the permanent magic
markers. Jason didn’t understand this. He wished his brother would help him out
but his brother was too busy reading.
There was a grey pencil on Jason’s coloring
table where he set in his faded blue jeans and white t-shirt. When Jason thought of his grey
boring pencil, he thought of a cloudy rainy day, a day where he couldn’t go out
and play; a day where the greens of the grass could shine reminding him of the
stains on his jeans.
Jason’s
crayon box didn’t just have green. It had what he believed was every color. It
had so many colors with a dull point at the end that this viewer couldn’t name
them all. It had midnight blue, gold, golden yellow, forest green, red orange
to name a few.
Jason often figured why
have a room in his house with just one color. His kitchen was all yellow, why
not some shades of green. His kitchen reminded him of the sun but the sun helps
to grow grass.
The kitchen needs grass
he thought to himself early on Saturday morning. That’s right he was in bed
thinking about drawing grass with a permanent marker in his kitchen that had no
grass. It made since to Jason what a surprise.
Jason thought real hard
about where is Mom put his permanent markers or his parent’s permanent markers.
Let me see, he thought
to himself, I was coloring with them on the dinner table when mom got mad at me
and snatched them away.
Jason would tell
anybody with his own words that the dinner table was brown and it needed color.
Jason remembered
hearing the hall closet opening. Luckily his daddy hadn’t put a lock on it like
his mom had told him to do time and time again.
Jason figured he would
need the dinner table chairs to get up there, and he was wide awake anyway so
he got out of bed. He yawned once, stretched with his bright red bunny feet
pajamas, and then went to the dinner table to drag the chair to the hallway
closet.
Jason noticed the
permanent markers lying slightly off the top shelf. He put the dinner chair in
the right spot and climbed up. On top of the chair, he was still too small to
grab the markers so he used his tippy- toes and grabbed them with his finger
tips.
Two of the first words Jason ever said were, “Permanent
Marker.” He loved to color even before he couldn’t pick them up all the way.
He ran with his 2 year
old feet with his permanent markers to the kitchen. There weren’t as many
colors in this box as his crayons. Jason slid out the green, took the top off
and then wondered if this was a good idea.
Jason saw the yellow,
and sprung into action scribbling the walls with grass.
Jason’s actions of the
morning woke up his brother Philip. It was hard being an older brother and
Philip wondered what his kid brother had gotten into. Philip put on his house
slippers and slid into the kitchen.
An outside observer
wouldn’t understand Jason’s genius with the yellow wall paper symbolizing the
sun and grass all around the kitchen.
Jason will be in trouble,
Philip thought. He smiled devilishly and ran to his parent’s room where they
were snoring fast asleep.
Philip shook them up
gently.
“Mom, dad you’re not
going to like this.”
Need I remind you that
it was Saturday and the Jepson family especially the parents like to sleep in
on Saturday’s. They followed their oldest to the kitchen in fast steps.
Jason’s mom gasped him
horror and his dad’s glazed over. They could tell by the marker still in Jason’s
hand that this was permanent marker. There will not have a lazy Saturday today
they both thought too themselves.
The rest of the
Saturday, was spent by Jason’s parents cleaning the grass on the sunshine
yellow wall paper of the kitchen.
Months later they moved
from that house but Jason’s grass still stood on the walls of the kitchen.
