Queen Esther & the Second Graders of Doom. Allie Pleiter
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“Delightful and clever, this first novel is worth reading.”
—Library Journal
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—Romantic Times BOOKclub
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“With humor, wisdom and lots of practical ideas, Allie encourages us to renew our commitment to the high and holy calling of motherhood.”
—Cheri Keaggy, Christian recording artist, on Becoming a Chief Home Officer
“Whether you’re desiring to learn how to apply your business skills to the business of parenting, or wondering why and how fancy underwear can help your mothering, Allie Pleiter draws you the perfect word pictures.”
—Charlene Baumbich, bestselling author of the Dearest Dorothy series, on Becoming a Chief Home Officer
Queen Esther & the Second Graders of Doom
Allie Pleiter
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To Christopher John Pleiter
My Second Grader of Delight
And
To
Anyone
Anywhere
Who’s ever taught
Anyone under ten years old
And lived
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Some books just come to you. The Doom Room and its burping crashed into my imagination one afternoon and simply refused to leave. Those are the books that are joys to write, because it is like unwrapping a gift of many layers—your efforts are filled with ooohs and aaahs as you discover what it is you’ve been given.
First, thanks should probably go to my own son, CJ, who was in second grade when his imaginary counterparts invaded my life. I must emphatically state that none of the antics portrayed in this book were from CJ’s actual second-grade existence. Some, however, come mighty close. Any mother of any second-grade boy anywhere will attest to the universality of bathroom humor, bug fascination, airborne objects and the ability to start a tussle in seven nanoseconds. Still, son of mine, you remain as joyful as you are jumpy, and much of Esther’s experiences comes from my own journey of motherhood—including Josh’s non-stop teething. It seems like all too soon we’ll be marching those pearly whites to the orthodontist….
The rest of my family, even if not so accurately depicted, shoulder the burden of living with me during the writing process. For that I will forever be grateful.
Rachel Young, my own personal New Jersey shot-put champion, served not only as a sparkle of inspiration, but also my resident expert on the athletic details. Any botching of the details is purely my own fault. Caroline Wolfe assisted me in several of the medical details—how many friends can help you pick out the perfect annoying geriatric female ailment?
I’m continually grateful to the team of professionals that keeps me on the bookshelves. My editor, Krista Stroever, always knows just when to let my wacky sense of humor fly, and when to…ahem…rein it back in. My agent, Karen Solem, continues to be the wisest of counsel in this wackiest of worlds that is publishing. Add those fine experts to the high-octane fuel of mocha lattes and Skinny Cow ice cream bars, fold in one kitchen counter and one laptop computer, and you’ve pretty much got the Allie Pleiter production mechanism.
And, as always, I’m grateful to the God who made me, wackiness and all. Who else but our Lord could create the marvelous surprises that have filled my life and gifted me with such wonderful stories? I am truly, abundantly blessed.
Blessings to all,
Allie Pleiter
Contents
Chapter 1: Of Salt Air and Soy Sauce
Chapter 2: Zacchaeus Was a Wee Little Man…
Chapter 3: Stinky Whale Guts
Chapter 4: How Many is the Norm?
Chapter 5: The Box Marked “Those”
Chapter 6: Play to the Strengths
Chapter 7: And on Some Sunday Afternoons…
Chapter 8: The Downpour of Demands
Chapter 9: Attack of the Ph.D.
Chapter 10: The Myth of Just Watching
Chapter 11: Thou Shalt Never, Ever, Ever!
Chapter 12: Reluctant Coffee to Go
Chapter 13: On the Verge of Pop-icide
Chapter 14: The Family History of Airborne Produce
Chapter 15: Just When You Thought it Was Safe To Go Back in the Kitchen…
Chapter 16: Endless Opportunities for Bad Behavior
Chapter 17: Something Bigger To Think About
Chapter 18: The Thanksgiving That Wasn’t…
Chapter 19: And the Victory Goes to…Whom?
Chapter 20: World War Three and the Base-Level Bailout
Chapter 21: Fighting the Undertow
Chapter 22: Deck the Halls
Chapter 23: Athletic Intuition
Chapter 24: The Problem with Queen Esther’s Realm
Chapter 25: Heroics
Chapter 26: Life’s Major Moments
Chapter 27: The Celebration of Bible Heroes
Discussion Questions
Chapter 1
Of Salt Air and Soy Sauce
Essie burst into the room.
Well, that wasn’t unusual—Essie always burst into rooms. It was the look on her face, though, that made Doug put down his hacksaw. It wasn’t very often he saw his wife in a state of panic.
“Essie?”
She groped for words. It didn’t seem to be about Josh: