Alvin Ho 1: Allergic to Girls, School, and Other Scary Things by Lenore Look

Author:Lenore Look [Look, Lenore]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Juvenile Fiction, United States, People & Places, Family, Siblings, Asian American
ISBN: 9780375849305
Google: PdSXQ2Tdyi0C
Amazon: 0375849300
Publisher: Yearling
Published: 2009-05-12T07:00:00+00:00

my dad is not only a gentleman, but he is da man, which is a lot like being da dad, which means he can handle quite a lot.

He can eat wasabi without crying.

He can watch a scary movie without flinching.

He can carry a big heavy rock straight across the yard and set it right where my mom wants it.

And he can carry it back again if my mom changes her mind.

When he’s had a bad day, my dad can play the piano like crazy until he is his old self again . . . or if he’s had a truly horrible day, he can curse a wild blue streak like William Shakespeare.

“Sorrow on thee, thou spongy onion-eyed hugger-mugger!” my dad might say. Then he’d write it down. Or “Clean thine ears, thou lumpish bum-bailey!” Every time he thinks of a new curse, he writes it on a little piece of paper and puts it in a tin. Cursing like Shakespeare always makes him feel better.

That’s my dad. He’s da man. He can handle just about anything.

So right after school, I put Johnny Astro back where it belonged.

And I slipped in between Calvin and Anibelly, where I belonged, and we waited with Lucy by the window for our dad to come home.

“Are you sure Dad said it was yours?” asked Calvin.

“Maybe we should just have your funeral now,” Anibelly whispered sadly.

But I was in luck. When our dad finally stepped through the door, he was in an unusually cheerful mood.

“Hi, everyone!” he said cheerfully.

Silence.

“What’s up?”

Silence.

“How ’bout some more fun with Johnny Astro today?”

No one said anything. My dad whistled across the living room. Cheerfully, he reached for Johnny Astro.

Cheerfully, Johnny Astro came down. “Really Flies,” said the box. “. . . FLY YOUR SPACE CRAFT ANYWHERE.”

Then my dad opened the box.

His whistling stopped.

His breathing stopped.

His feet stopped.

Then he staggered backward.

“WHAAAAAAAAAAT IS THIS?” he wailed. “Johnny Astro, what happened to you?” he cried.

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