10 Ch10-Andrea's Birthday Party

Chapter 10 Andrea's Birthday Party I told my mom I was sick from eating a pea, but she said I had to go to Andrea's birthday party anyway. She even made me dress up like a grown-up in a jacket and tie. It was horrible. When Mom dropped me off at Andrea's house, she made me promise to behave

and handed me a present she had bought for Andrea. I went up the steps and rang the doorbell. "I'm so glad to see you, A.J.," said Andrea's mother, who looks just like Andrea but with wrinkles. "I thought you said you weren't coming," said Andrea. "My mother made me," I said, handing her the present. I saw Emily and a few other girls in our class. It took me about two seconds to realize something horrible. Of all the kids at Andrea's party, I was the only boy. The only boy! There were all these giggly girls running around Andrea's living room in party dresses. It was awful.

I went into the kitchen. Maybe at least they'd have some good junk food to eat, I figured. But you'll never guess in a mil- lion years who was standing at the stove in the kitchen. It was Ms. LaGrange! "Bonjour, Mister A.J.!" she said. "You look very handsome in a jacket and tie!" "Ms. LaGrange, what are you doing here?" "I'm the caterer," she said. "So you made the food?" "We. "We?" I asked. "You and who else? "No," she said. "We means 'yes' in French." That didn't make any sense to me.

"If we means 'yes,'" I asked, "how do you say 'we'?" "We?" "Yes," I said. "How do you say 'we'?" "We," she said. "But you said we means 'yes,'" I said. "It can't also mean 'we.'" "No?" "Oh, forget it. That French talk makes no sense at all. "Did you make any junk food?" I asked. "Junk food?" said Ms. LaGrange. "Oh, no. Remember YAWYE? You are what you eat." The party was the most boring party in the history of the world. Ms. LaGrange

made a bunch of weird French foods that don't even exist in America. I almost ate this thing called escargot until Ms. LaGrange told me it was a snail. I almost ate a snail! I thought I was gonna throw up. "Isn't trying new foods fun, A.J.?" Andrea's mother asked. "Oh, yeah," I lied. "Lots of fun. Are we gonna play some games or something?" "Games?" Andrea's mother asked. "What kind of games?" "You know, like when you whack a pifiata with a baseball bat until it busts and all the candy falls out," I said, "That sounds rather violent," Andrea's

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