“Mom, Promise You Won’t Get Mad”


Vinnie makes a diving leap onto the bed, his arms outstretched and grabbing hold of Rupert as he flops onto his belly on the bed. Vinnie stares at Rupert and says, “I stopped you from scoring a touchdown, Rupert. I win.”

Rupert, as usual, smiles at Vinnie. His deep brown glass eyes sparkle from the sunlight streaming through the bedroom windows.

“How was your day, Buddy? Mine was boring. Who goes first, you or me?” asks Vinnie.

Vinnie uses Rupert’s falsetto voice and says, “Bro, why don’t you go first. You probably don’t want to hear how Dexter and I captured a super bad criminal. Then we put spy cameras all around Mrs. Navis yard. Then we went to Oswalds and got a big cone of ice cream.”

“Wow. I wish I stayed home with you and Dexter. You and Dexter always have the best days. First things first, I got to make up a great story for Mom. If she hears I was in time out three times she will get seriously upset. Keep your paws crossed Mrs. Navis doesn’t send her an email. The worst thing, Mrs. Navis told me I couldn’t do the science project I wanted to do. I didn’t know what I was going to do until Doctor Cashman read the announcements. . . .”

From somewhere outside Vinnie’s bedroom, “Vinnie, your snack’s ready for you. I’m waiting. Leave Rupert alone. You can tell him about your day after you tell me.”

Vinnie stares at Rupert, “Buddy, Mom must have a hidden camera in here. I want you to find it. I don’t understand how she knows everything I’m doing when she can’t see me. Is there a camera in one of your eyes?

“No, Bro, I’d never let Mom spy on you, Dexter, and me,” says Rupert.

“Thanks, Buddy. I knew I could trust you. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

Vinnie gives Rupert an extra squeeze. He hops off the bed. Dexter, who was half asleep on the floor next to Vinnie’s bed sees Vinnie heading for the door. Dexter thinks Vinnie must be heading to the beagle food court. He’s up and walking alongside Vinnie toward the kitchen, his expectations growing with each step toward the kitchen.

Vinnie climbs onto a stool at the breakfast bar. His mom fixed a plate of sliced honey crisp apples with peanut butter on each slice. Vinnie eyes a bowl filled with green stuff. He says, “What’s that? It looks like slime or worse.”

Vinnie’s mom says, “It’s good for you. Try it. You’ll ask me to make it everyday for you.”

“I don’t want to try it, Mom. I might throw up.”

“Vincent, try it.”

“What is it?

“Its almond and avocado pudding,” says Vinnie’s mom proudly.

Vinnie puts his two hands on his stomach and bends over and pretends to gag. 

“Vincent, you will not leave the breakfast bar or eat dinner until you try it,” says Vinnie’s mom.

“Okay, Mom. I’ll try it, but only a little spoonful. I think Dexter might like it better than me, Mom. Can I see if he likes it? I’ll eat whatever Dexter doesn’t want to eat. I promise, Mom,” says Vinnie.

“Nice try, Vinnie. It’s not going to work. We both know Dexter will eat it and then lick the bowl,” says Vinnie’s mom.

“That was the plan, Mom,” says Vinnie picking up the spoon his mom placed next to his plate and dipping the tip of it into the almond avocado pudding.

Vinnie closes his eyes and pinches his nose with the forefinger and thumb of his left hand. He uses his right hand to bring the spoon to his mouth. The spoon bumps into his lips and sealed mouth.


Vinnie opens his mouth, takes a gulp of air and holds his breath as he puts the spoon into his mouth. Vinnie closes his mouth around the spoon, he opens his eyes, and says, “It’s pretty good, Mom. It could use a little chocolate.” 

“Now tell me what you told Mrs. Navis and the class about your science project,” says Vinnie’s mom.

“Promise you won’t get mad?”

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