"Reid Parker* is such a dork," The Deuce proclaims one day at dinner, unsolicited.
"He thinks he's so funny, but he's not," she adds.
"I think Reid's cool," counters Crowbar, with a mouthful of potatoes. "He's my buddy."
Crowbar means this literally, as fifth graders are assigned kindergarten buddies for reading and special projects. And according to Crowbar, Reid was the best pick.
"He can whistle through his nose and make fart sounds with his armpit," he adds, stuffing his hand under his shirt, attempting (unsuccessfully) to make the prrrrpppptt sound on his own.
Deuce rolls her eyes. "No, he's a dork."
We've heard a lot about Reid Parker over the past two years. Scarcely not a meal goes by when he's not included in The Deuce's Best Thing/Worst Thing recap. His name keeps popping up in conversation for his playground antics -- and from what I can gather, he sounds like a decent kid (not a bully or a thug). But he sure sounds like a contender for class clown.
It also appears that fate conspires to bring Deuce and Reid together:
They were assigned as partners for fourth grade recorder practice. They were team mates for Battle of the Books. And most recently, they were put on the same wagon train for the Oregon Trail. (Sadly, they perished together in a snowy mountain pass.)
It's as if the universe is pulling them together. Kismet, if you will.
For now, the mere mention of his name -- Reid Parker -- sends ooky chills down Deuce's spine. But I'm sure that one day, things will change. Those willies will turn into butterflies and the mention of his name, that blessed name, will make Deuce feel all warm and tingly inside.
Until then, beware, Reid Parker.
Beware.
"He thinks he's so funny, but he's not," she adds.
"I think Reid's cool," counters Crowbar, with a mouthful of potatoes. "He's my buddy."
Crowbar means this literally, as fifth graders are assigned kindergarten buddies for reading and special projects. And according to Crowbar, Reid was the best pick.
"He can whistle through his nose and make fart sounds with his armpit," he adds, stuffing his hand under his shirt, attempting (unsuccessfully) to make the prrrrpppptt sound on his own.
Deuce rolls her eyes. "No, he's a dork."
We've heard a lot about Reid Parker over the past two years. Scarcely not a meal goes by when he's not included in The Deuce's Best Thing/Worst Thing recap. His name keeps popping up in conversation for his playground antics -- and from what I can gather, he sounds like a decent kid (not a bully or a thug). But he sure sounds like a contender for class clown.
It also appears that fate conspires to bring Deuce and Reid together:
They were assigned as partners for fourth grade recorder practice. They were team mates for Battle of the Books. And most recently, they were put on the same wagon train for the Oregon Trail. (Sadly, they perished together in a snowy mountain pass.)
It's as if the universe is pulling them together. Kismet, if you will.
For now, the mere mention of his name -- Reid Parker -- sends ooky chills down Deuce's spine. But I'm sure that one day, things will change. Those willies will turn into butterflies and the mention of his name, that blessed name, will make Deuce feel all warm and tingly inside.
Until then, beware, Reid Parker.
Beware.
*Name changed to protect the innocent, or the guilty, as it may be.
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