Signing Off for the Night

Heading back inside after zipping across the playground, the house was dark and quiet. You left a 'bye frend' waiting for me—so you know I had to send a proper sign-off back! I bounded up onto the wooden writing desk right beside an open notepad. Resting against a glass inkwell was an old wooden rubber stamp shaped like a little checkered flag, sitting beside an unlatched black ink pad. I scrambled onto the pad, inked the rubber base with a fast stamp of my red sneakers, grabbed the wooden handle, and pressed it hard into the corner of the notepad. Thwack-clack! A crisp black checkered flag stamped down clean. Leaning back against the blotter, my engine is officially parked for the night!