Going, Going, Gone! With the Pain and the Great One by Judy Blume

Author:Judy Blume [Blume, Judy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Ages 5 and up
ISBN: 9780307759405
Publisher: Yearling
Published: 2008-08-12T07:00:00+00:00

KAPOOIE ONE

Yesterday it snowed. The first snow of the season. We built a snowman and put Dad’s old rain hat on top of his head. But last night it rained and made a mess of the snow. It’s still raining. A rainy December Sunday. Not that Dad’s rain hat is helping our snowman. I watched out the window as he melted away.

When he was just about gone, Dad called, “Who wants to go to a movie at the mall?”

“I do,” the Pain shouted. “I want to see Fried.”

“No fair!” I said. Because who wants to see a stupid movie about a bunch of robots trying to fry each other? “I want to see Unicorn.”

“Unicorn?” the Pain said. “That’s a girl movie!”

“Is not!” I told him. “It’s about two boys and a girl.”

“But it’s still a girl movie!”

“We’ll only go if you can compromise,” Dad told us.

“What’s compo … what’s that word?” the Pain asked.

“Compromise,” Dad said. “It means decide together. It means if Abigail wants red and Jake wants blue …”

Before Dad could finish I called, “We choose purple!”

“Good thinking, Abigail,” Dad said.

I smiled. I like being a good thinker.

Then Dad added, “But that’s not necessarily the way it works, because maybe there is no purple. Maybe you have to decide on either red or blue because those are the only choices.”

“I know,” I said to Dad. “You can take the Pain to see Fried and Mom can take me to see Unicorn.” I knew that was good thinking!

But Dad said, “Mom needs the afternoon off to catch up on work.”

“Okay,” the Pain said, just like that. “I’ll see the unicorn movie.”

“You will?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said. “Because I’m a good compo …”

“Compromiser,” Dad said.

That made me mad. “How come you didn’t give me the chance to prove what a good compromiser I am?” I asked Dad.

“I’m sure you’ll have the chance to prove how well you can compromise very soon.” Dad checked his watch. “Go and get ready. We’ll have lunch at the food court.”

“Yay, the food court!” the Pain shouted. “I want pizza!”

“I want burritos!” I shouted louder.

“Pizza!”

“Burritos!”

“Children,” Dad said. “It’s time for another compromise.”

“So soon?” I asked.

“I told you you’d get the chance to prove how well you can compromise,” Dad said to me.

But before I could say anything, the Pain sang, “Okay, I’ll have burritos.”

“Yay … burritos!” I sang.

“Not so fast, Abigail,” Dad said. “You got to choose the movie. Jake gets to choose which kind of food to have.”

“But Dad … he only eats white food. Doesn’t that make it unfair?”

“There’s no restaurant in the food court that serves only white food,” Dad reminded me. “So I don’t think you have to worry about that.”

The Pain was smiling that sly smile of his.

“Okay,” I said. “Pizza.”

The Pain shouted, “Yay … pizza!”

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