TROY LOVES HIS DADDY storybook for ages 5-8

Richard & Esther Provencher
81 Queen Street, Unit 6, Truro, Nova Scotia
Canada B2N 2B2 Phone (902) 897-2344
E-mail: richardprov1@netscape.net

A Storybook for ages 5-8
Word Count = 771

TROY LOVES HIS DADDY

Troy watched his daddy drive slowly into their driveway. He looked tired and Troy helped him up the front stairs.

Daddy did not even have the energy to eat. Or play ball. After he went to bed early, Troy and ‘teddy bear’ played by themselves in the backyard.

Troy missed daddy’s funny faces, and being lifted into the sky, high as an eagle could fly.

Before his own sleepy-time, Troy tiptoed into daddy’s room. And kissed him on the cheek.

Next morning the sun looked like a giant egg yolk. If the sun could talk, it would say, “Time to get up!” Troy’s favorite cereal and juice were on the table.

Oh-Oh, daddy missed breakfast because he slept in. After firecracker popping, his car roared away.

Troy jumped on his tricycle, and zoomed around the back yard. His blue rubber boots gave him lots of power.

Daddy had to walk home from work. “The car will have to stay in the garage for a few days,” he said.

Mommy brought out her pumpkin pie. Yummy, now daddy felt much better.

"Daddy?" Troy asked after climbing on daddy's lap.

"What is it son?" Daddy’s hug was warm like a blanket.

"You can use my tricycle, tomorrow, when you go to work. But, you have to wear your rubber boots."

His father laughed. "I'm too large, son. I might break it."

"No, you won't," Troy said firmly. "Come and try."

Father and son raced to the backyard. They jumped over a Tonka toy truck, hopped over a baseball bat, and a cat dish.

Oh…Oh. Daddy tripped over the rake.

Troy’s red tricycle with white handlebars was waiting. He made sure it was clean and shiny. Just for daddy.

"You expect me to ride that?" daddy asked with a chuckle.

After pulling on his rubber boots, Troy showed him how.

"Very funny. You mean I have to wear rubber boots too?" daddy asked.

"The tricycle is like magic daddy," said Troy. It made him happy when daddy finally put on his rubber boots.

After sitting on the tiny tricycle seat, daddy’s legs were like long branches. And he could barely turn the pedals.

"OHMIGOSH! IT WORKS!" daddy shouted as the tricycle began to move. Faster and faster it circled around the yard.

“Daddy, you look funny,” said Troy laughing at his daddy’s long legs and large rubber boots.

After mommy and daddy were fast asleep, Troy tiptoed into their room. He bent over and kissed each on the cheek.

Next morning, Troy and mommy waved goodbye to daddy. He headed down the driveway heading for work.

Except, this time he was riding Troy's tricycle!

Truck drivers stared. People on the street pointed. Jaws opened wide as sea clams. Barking dogs chased the speeding tricycle.

Daddy got to work on time.

At the end of the day, a crowd of neighbors waited for Troy’s daddy to come home. He made it in time for supper. Later, Troy showed his daddy some new tricycle tricks.

Troy had to be very patient.

Imagine teaching his daddy to stand on the seat of a tricycle, while hanging onto his briefcase? Or doing a handstand as he raced through traffic?

That’s exactly what happened next morning.

Everyone heard about Troy’s lessons. Cars and trucks parked on each side of the road. Troy’s daddy had the whole road to himself, as people whistled and shouted.

A pack of dogs decided to have some fun. But they were too slow, and the scooting tricycle too quick.

Later, Troy's daddy practiced doing his own tricks. Like skip-rope on the tricycle seat as it sped around the back yard. And back flips.

“Please don’t try these until you get much older,” daddy said to his son, Troy.

Once more Troy kissed his sleeping daddy’s cheek. Tonight Troy left "Teddy" curled up with his father.

Next day, those same howling dogs chased a cat around the corner. And they ended up crashing into daddy on Troy’s tricky tricycle.

A spaghetti heap of animal tails and human legs were in one great pile. After much yowling and howling, there was silence.

The crowd held its breath as they looked at a tangle of man, dogs and cat.

And everyone “OOOHED” and “AAAHED” as daddy’s briefcase shot into the air like a rocket. Then returned like an eagle, landing on top of daddy’s head!

Tonight Troy kissed daddy's lumpy forehead. Teddy kissed it too. Daddy’s eyes opened slowly as he said, “Thanks son.”

Finally daddy’s car was repaired. Next morning he watched from his tricycle, as daddy roared down the street.

"GO DADDY, GO!" Troy shouted.

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© Richard & Esther Provencher 2009