“Wait a minute,” said Mom, getting serious. “Did you do that in front of him?”
“I couldn’t help it!” said Jamie, kind of whining. “Of course you could help it!” Mom scolded.
“Guys, I have to tell you, I’m really disappointed by what I’m hearing here.” And she looked like how she sounded.
“I mean, honestly, he’s just a little boy—just like you! Can you imagine how he felt to see you running away from him, Jamie, screaming?”
“It wasn’t a scream,” argued Jamie. “It was like an ‘Ahhh!’” He put his hands on his cheeks and started running around the kitchen.
“Come on, Jamie!” said Mom angrily. “I honestly thought both my boys were more sympathetic than that.”
“What’s sympathetic?” said Jamie, who was only going into the second grade.
“You know exactly what I mean by sympathetic, Jamie,” said Mom. “It’s just he’s so ugly, Mommy,” said Jamie.
“Hey!” Mom yelled, “I don’t like that word! Jamie, just get your juice box. I want to talk to Jack alone for a second.”
“Look, Jack,” said Mom as soon as he left, and I knew she was about to give me a whole speech.
“Okay, I’ll do it,” I said, which completely shocked her. “You will?” “Yes!” “So I can call Mr. Tushman?”
“Yes! Mom, yes, I said yes!” Mom smiled. “I knew you’d rise to the occasion, kiddo. Good for you. I’m proud of you, Jackie.”
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