Chapter 2

LAUGHING MY BUTT OFF

We’re running a little late, but the kids keep cracking jokes at us.

“One more,” I tell them.

“Hey, Jamie?” says this redheaded girl with freckles. “Why do golfers wear two pairs of pants?”

“I don’t know. Why?”

“In case they get a hole in one.”

Hey, they’re fourth and fifth graders telling the same jokes fourth and fifth graders have told since forever. Sometimes I pretend they’re so hilarious that I have to let out a big belly laugh and pop a wheelie.

Today, I make a mistake. I do my wheelie-popping a little too close to the curb.