I first thought of this story as I was reading another called a tween discovery. In that story, Molly learns to slow down and enjoy the ride of childhood. Molly plays with the toys when Andy is away on a college trip. However, since Andy left his toys with Bonnie, I wondered to myself, how would this happen with the movie version ending.

The sun was shining through the windows of the middle school classroom. Molly Davis looked dreamily out the window as she played absentmindedly with her naturally curly blonde hair, but there was one word that brought her down to Earth.

"Essay," Ms. Barro enthusiastically announced. Molly looked over at her teacher alarmed, "after spring break; everyone is going to read their three-page reports about a child you cared for and what you learned from the experience to the class. I hope everyone has been putting their foot forward?" she questioned her seventh-grade class. A few mumbled back yes, but most weren't listening, and a number looked as panicked as Molly did, at that moment the bell rang.

"You forgot, didn't you?" Molly's (for the better word) friend Tracy asked a little mockingly gathering her backpack.

"When did she assign it again?" Molly inquired.

"Right before winter break," Tracy responded with a laugh showing little consideration for the problem Molly found herself in.

"I'm dead," Molly declared.

"I told you we shouldn't have taken family and consumer science, but you said it would be easy," Tracy reminded.

"So you did yours?" Molly asked silently.

"Yeah, I had to watch my sister a while ago," Tracy reminded as she and Molly left the classroom. "Two hours away from my phone coloring with that little runt, the things I do for my grades," Tracy added annoyed.

"Uh," Molly paused, "right, what a waste."

"Next year," Tracy continued, "I pick our electives!" The way the Burnette spoke it was a statement not to be put to debate.

"Right," Molly reluctantly agreed.

"What am I going to do, mom?" Molly asked her mother desperately in the family's car later that day after telling her mother about her problem.

"Well..." Mrs. Davis had begun before Molly began speaking with her mother simultaneously, "you shouldn't have left your work until the last minute young lady," Mrs. Davis looked back at Molly, clearly annoyed.

"I'm sorry," Molly apologized.

"Do you remember my old friend?" asked Mrs. Davis.

"Mrs. Anderson?" Molly responded, sitting a little straighter.

"Yes, she needs someone to watch her daughter Bonnie next week while she is out of town," said Mrs. Davis.

"When next week?" Molly happily inquired, feeling relieved and a little lucky.

"All next week," Mrs. Davis clarified.

"You mean, I would have to give up my spring break?" Molly complained.

"Yes, Molly," said Mrs. Davis a little annoyed.
"But it's my vacation time," responded Molly.

"It's that or nothing," Mrs. Davis explained.

"Fine, I'll do it," Molly sighed in defeat. It was then that she remembered that Bonnie was the little girl that her older brother Andy gave his old toys to before leaving for college. Molly had always wondered why he gave his toys that she, his sister, had never been allowed to touch, to an almost stranger.

"Anyway Molly, all you were going to do was rot your brain in front of the TV and waste your allowance at the mall," Mrs. Davis added grinning.

"It's so annoying, Tracy," Molly complained to her phone as she lay across her bed.

"I know I hate it when my parents make me watch my brat sister," responded Tracy."The lady works at that Sunnyside daycare, right?" asked Tracy curiously.

"Yes, Mrs. Anderson works at Sunnyside, and I think Bonnie goes there, at least it won't be far; it's just around the corner from my house," Molly spoke more to herself than her friend.

"Well Molls we'll miss you at the mall," was all Tracy had to say before hanging up without another word.

It was not long afterward that Mrs. Davis came in and told Molly that Mrs. Anderson had said yes and would be expecting her early on Sunday.

"Well, thanks, mom," responded Molly.

Saturday evening found Molly packing her overnight bag when her mother came in.

"Thought I would help you pack," she said.

"Thanks, mom," Molly spoke, "Say, mom, how old is Bonnie again?"

"She's just about four," Mrs. Davis answered as she pulled a training bra from her daughters' drawer she then paused for a moment before chuckling.

"What is so funny, mom?" Molly asked curiously.

"Oh, I was just thinking about when you were that age," Mrs. Davis summarized, smiling, "I still, remember your birthday," she continued. "you told me you wanted a grown-up party. So you and your little friends got all dressed up in my high heels and my pearls," she sighed before finishing.

Molly smiled to herself.

"You mean, I would have to give up my spring break?" Molly complained.

"Yes, Molly," said Mrs. Davis a little annoyed.

"But it's my vacation time," responded Molly.

"It's that or nothing," Mrs. Davis explained.

"Fine, I'll do it," Molly sighed in defeat. It was then that she remembered that Bonnie was the little girl that her older brother Andy gave his old toys to before leaving for college. Molly had always wondered why he gave his toys that she, his sister, had never been allowed to touch, to an almost stranger.

"Anyway Molly, all you were going to do was rot your brain in front of the TV and waste your allowance at the mall," Mrs. Davis added grinning.

"It's so annoying, Tracy," Molly complained to her phone as she lay across her bed.

"I know I hate it when my parents make me watch my brat sister," responded Tracy."The lady works at that Sunnyside daycare, right?" asked Tracy curiously.

"Yes, Mrs. Anderson works at Sunnyside, and I think Bonnie goes there, at least it won't be far; it's just around the corner from my house," Molly spoke more to herself than her friend.

"Well Molls we'll miss you at the mall," was all Tracy had to say before hanging up without another word.

It was not long afterward that Mrs. Davis came in and told Molly that Mrs. Anderson had said yes and would be expecting her early on Sunday.

"Well, thanks, .mom," responded Molly.

Saturday evening found Molly packing her overnight bag when her mother came in.

"Thought I would help you pack," she said.

"Thanks, mom," Molly spoke, "Say, mom, how old is Bonnie again?"

"She's just about four," Mrs. Davis answered as she pulled a training bra from her daughters' drawer she then paused for a moment before chuckling.

"What is so funny, mom?" Molly asked curiously.

"Oh, I was just thinking about when you were that age," Mrs. Davis summarized, smiling, "I still, remember your birthday," she continued. "you told me you wanted a grown-up party. So you and your little friends got all dressed up in my high heels and my pearls," she sighed before finishing.

Molly smiled to herself.