(Cynthia Jones. In cursive, even. Fancy!)
"Fortunately, it was summer and the ice cream truck was coming."
(That bird! Those tires! The menu!)
"Unfortunately, I didn't have any money."
(But I did have my blue watch.)
"Fortunately, my mom gave me some money."
(Hey, I changed socks. And lost my watch!)
"Unfortunately, she only gave me 10 cents and ice cream costs 25 cents."
(Exactly what kind of footwear is the ice cream girl wearing?)
"Fortunately, my sister loaned me some money to buy ice cream."
(I changed clothes. And Kari has either her dress or her head on backwards.)
"Unfortunately, the loan was at 50% interest."
(Ah, there we go. Her arms are shorter, but her head is on correctly.)
"Fortunately, they had cake as well as ice cream."
(The ice cream girl wasn't comfy in those weird, red shoes.)
"Unfortunately, I still had to pay my sister."
(The suspense! What will happen?!)
"Fortunately, I have some money in the bank."
(What an amazing, length-changing dress!)
"Unfortunately, I'm not allowed to get the money until I'm 18."
(Wait. The bank is changing sizes too...)
"Fortunately, my sister forgot about it."
(I'm looking trim!)
"Fortunately, she never remembered."
I love that my mom saved this all those years! It's absolutely hilarious to look at my childhood drawings, and I love the story too. The funniest part about it is that I was the hoarding sister who would consider charging 50% interest on a loan and had a Keep Out sign on my door, while Kari never held onto money more than 15 minutes and had essentially no concept of privacy or personal space. I love that I reversed our roles in this story. For the record, since I suspect she is reading this, the story is fiction and I do not owe my sister 15 cents with 32 years' worth of 50% interest.