10 Grat-i-tude

Grat-i-tude "Mom! Dad!" Judy said at supper that night. "I mean Kate! Richard! Guess what! Professor Todd gave us a pop quiz in math today, and I owned it. I only got one wrong, and I did the best of all my peeps and my whole entire class." "Yeah, but everybody else flunked on purpose," said Stink, "because they all want to go to college, too." Eesh! Word sure traveled fast around Virginia Dare School. "Who cares? It was sooooo money!" Judy said. "She doesn't get money, does she?" asked Stink. "'Cause I'm good in math, so if she gets

money, I should get money too!" "Stink, you're such a geck. And don't say, 'What's a geck?' Because that would make you more of a geck." Fact of Life: Stink = geck. Geck = annoying person! "Nobody's getting any money," said Dad. "And nobody's a geck," said Mom. "Yeah, you're not at college now," Stink said. "Good news, though," said Mom. "You won't have to go to tutoring anymore." "Yeah, no more yogurt!" said Stink. "Huh?" Judy loved college. She liked having a tutor. "You knew this was just for a short time," Dad said. "To get extra help for a few weeks. But now Mr. Todd's back, and we're proud of how great you're doing."

"You'll still see Chloe, honey," Mom said. "Maybe she'll come to your class to help Mr. Todd. And she said she'd be happy to babysit anytime." "Does she know Stink lives here, too?" "And that's not even the best news," said Mom. "When Chloe called today—" "Chloe called? You talked to Chloe? When? Where was I?" "You were at school—" said Mom. "No fair." Judy couldn't help it that her cell phone was made of candy. "Let Mom finish," said Dad. "Anyway, remember a painting you made when you went to college for a day with Chloe?" "Yes! Portrait of a Band-Aid-Not-Soup-Can without Shadows, Deluxe Edition."

"What's that?" Stink asked. "It's a pop-art painting like that guy who paints soup cans, Andy Warthog." Stink snorted like a warthog. "Warhol," said Dad. "Andy Warhol." "Is anybody going to let me finish?" Mom asked. "Peace!" said Judy, holding up two fingers.

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"As I was saying, I guess you left it there to dry, and the professor thought the painting was made by one of his college students. He chose your painting to hang in an art show at the college. They have a small gallery in the college library there." She, Judy Moody, could not believe her ears. "Painting? College? Art show? Me?" she asked. Dad laughed. "We thought you'd be pleased." Pleased? Pleased was only a teeny-tiny fraction of what she felt. This was uber-exciting. This was ridonkulus-rare. She, Judy Moody Warthog, aka Just Jude, was going to be in an art show at college! For serious! "I have to call Chloe," Judy said. "On your candy cell phone?" Stink asked.