Chapter 9
April 8
I am nervous about Charlotte meeting my parents. I’m sure they’ll love her—how could they not—but I worry about how she is going to like them.
“Brian, can you check in the pantry to see if we have napkins?” my mom asks.
“I thought you bought napkins,” my dad says. “They were on the list.”
“I guess I forgot.”
“Why can’t you check things off the list like a normal person?”
And the war is on.
I secretly side with my dad on this one. What’s the point of making a list if you don’t check to make sure you bought everything on the list? Still, it isn’t worth starting World War III because a bunch of eight-year-olds might get chocolate icing on their party dresses. I escape the fighting—temporarily, at least—by volunteering to ride my bike to the store to pick up napkins a
