the teacher would come in handy, I figured. I would get to do all the fun stuff.
âBrad,â Mom said, passing right over me. âCan you please take these papers to Ms. Adams in the office? Sheâll know what they are.â
I couldnât believe it. I sat there frozen, my hand still in the air. What was that about? Was I getting punished for not telling the truth quickly enough earlier? Did my mom forget I was her son?
âRaymond,â Mom finally called out. âMay I see you for a moment?â
âOooh, busted,â David said as I stood up. Slowly, I dragged my feet to her desk. I couldnât believe it was still only the first day of Mom being my substitute. It already seemed like forever.
âHi, sweetie,â Mom started. I heard a few kids giggle and repeat âsweetieâ under their breath. Mom noticed too. âLetâs talk out in the hall,â she said.
âI will be right back,â she told the class. âPlease keep working on your fractions and decimals.â I followed Mom out into the hall and down by the front doors of the school.
âIâm sorry, sweetie,â Mom said with a sad look on her face. âI know youâre disappointed that I didnât call on you to run my errand to the office, but just because youâre my son, it wouldnât be fair for me to call on you for all the fun things. Do you understand?â she asked.
âNot really,â I answered. âI mean, who cares about fair? Youâre my mom. I should get some privileges for you being our teacher.â
âWell, Iâm sorry, sweetie,â she said, putting her arm around my shoulder. âIâll try to find something fun for you to do sometime this week.â Then she gave me a kiss on the top of my head.
âWhoa, not in school, Mom! Someone might see you! Remember my baseball game last summer?â But it was too late. Brad Shaw had been walking back from the office and saw the whole thing. I turned just in time to see him snickering as he went back into the classroom. âGreat,â I said under my breath.
âOf course I remember your baseball game last year. And I still donât understand it,â she said. âSince when has it been a crime for a mother to give her son a kiss for good luck? Are you embarrassed that your mother loves you?â
âItâs not that,â I said. âItâs just that, you know, itâs not cool when youâre my age to have your mom give you a kiss in public.â
âWell, if people donât think youâre cool because I gave you a kiss, then you donât need to be cool as far as Iâm concerned.â
Whatâs that supposed to mean? I thought to myself. I did want to be cool. And I sure didnât want to give up being cool just so I could get a kiss on the top of my head.
âBut, Mom,â I said. âItâs just that people make funââ
âOh, donât worry about what people say, sweetie,â she said, cutting me off.
âAnd by the way,â I said, âwhen you call me âsweetieâ in class, I was wondering if maybe . . . you know . . .â
âSay no more, sweetieâI mean, Raymond. For the next week, I promise I will not embarrass you anymore.â I didnât believe her, since embarrassing me seemed to be part of her nature, but I hoped for the best.
âThanks, Mom,â I said. Then we both returned to class. She kept her word and didnât embarrass me for the rest of the day. Unfortunately, there were still four more days left.
8
A Stinky Lunch
THE NEXT DAY started out well. Mom passed back our exercises on fractions and decimals. I got 100 percent on mine. Then she asked David to come to her desk while we all worked on the new math assignment. It looked like Mom was going over his assignment with him. During our government unit in social studies, she let us all write letters to the