02 Backwards Day

Backwards Day The next morning, Stink poked his head into Judy's room. He had his baseball cap and his pants on backward. He was singing "Boat, boat, boat your row." And he was wearing a T-shirt that said KNITS. "Knits Moody. I like it," said Judy. She held up her finger-knitting chain. "Hey! I could teach you to finger knit, Knits Moody." "KNITS is STINK spelled backward," said Stink. "Luck-y!" said Judy. "I wish my backward name was Knits." She was searching for a hairbrush. That was clue number one about her Backwards Day idea.

"Hey, Judy. What has four legs and goes oom oom?" "A hungry zebra?" Judy guessed. "N-O! A cow on Backwards Day!" Judy cracked up. "That's funny, Knits." "Really? You mean it? Thanks! You never like my jokes." Pretending to like Stink's joke was clue number two. Stink ran to his room and came back with his yardstick of bubble gum. "Here. You can have this. There's two and three-quarters inches of gum left." "Really?" "For letting me use your markers. And for laughing at my joke." Stink ran downstairs.

Clue number three: Judy peeled off her I AM GIRL, HEAR ME ROAR T-shirt and stuck it in her bottom drawer, then took her time choosing what to wear. When she was dressed, she checked herself out in the mirror. Once. Twice. Three times. Mirror, mirror, on the wall. Who's the best backward of all? Then Judy ran downstairs to grab her lunch. Mom's jaw dropped when she saw Judy. "Star spangled bananas!" "Great Caesar's ghost!" said Dad. "What's with your hair?" asked Stink. "Are you Cleopatra or something?" "Nope. Don't you get it?" Judy twirled around so her family could get the full effect. Her hair was not a bird's-nest mess. It was brushed— not one single bit Sasquatch. It was

held back with real-and-actual bobby pins that would have made Nancy Drew, Girl Detective, proud. Judy's clothes matched. Not a tiger stripe in sight. Not even a shark. Even her socks and shoes matched. And she wore only one watch. "Let me guess," cried Stink. "You're Jessica Finch. Wait. I don't get it. How is that backward?"

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"I'm the opposite of me, Stink." "You look great, honey," said Mom. "Thank you for brushing your hair." "I hardly know my own daughter," said Dad. "You're backward every day, so on Backwards Day, you're normal?" Stink asked. "Something like that," said Judy. She held out her mood-ring hand. "Check it out. I painted it with purple nail polish. My mood ring will remind me to be in a good mood all day." "Judy Goody-Goody," said Stink. "Good for you," said Mom. "You kids don't want to be late for the sub," said Dad. "Huh?" said Stink. "Very funny, Dad. Sub is backward for bus,