‘Mom, You Don’t Wash My Clothes, The Washing Machine Does.’


The school bus stops at the corner of Mulberry and State streets. It’s red light flashing, a stop sign sticks out from driver’s side, the driver opens the door and Vinnie jumps down the three steps from the bus and onto the sidewalk. He turns around and waves, and says, “Thanks for the great ride, Mrs. Walker and for the candy bar. You’re the best.”

Mrs. Walker has her hand on the handle that opens and shuts the bus door. She shakes her head and smiles at Vinnie, “Your mom must a saint, Vinnie.”

“My mom’s not a saint yet, Mrs. Walker, she’s still alive. I gotta go. My two best friends in the world are waiting for me,” says Vinnie taking off as if he were a fighter jet streaming down a runway down Mulberry toward home.

Mrs. Walker mumbles, “Dear Lord, bless Vinnie’s mom, she has her hands full with that boy.” She closes the bus door, turns off the flashing red lights and drives off down State Street. 

Vinnie’s mom stands on the porch holding Dexter’s leash. Dexter sees Vinnie racing down the sidewalk, he strains at the leash nearly pulling Vinnie’s mom off balance. Dexter begins yelping and his yelp soon turns into a howl. Vinnie’s mom says, “Dexter, please everyone is staring at us. Can’t you bark like a normal dog?”

Vinnie’s mom’s words only encourage Dexter, his howling quickly accelerates to a cross between a tornado siren and an ambulance approaching a red light. Vinnie crosses the lawn and slides into his mom’s favorite rosebush, “Was I safe or out, Mom?”

“Vincent, you’re going to kill the rosebush if you do that every day.”

“It’s not a rosebush, Mom. It’s second base. I got a jump on the pitcher and stole second. Was I safe?”

“Yes, Vinnie, you were safe.”

“How was my slide. I’ve been working on it?” asks Vinnie rising to his knees, then standing up.

“You’re almost ready for the big leagues. Do. you understand when you slide into the rosebush with your school pants on I have to wash them, their not fit to wear to school with all the grass stains and dirt on them,” says Vinnie’s mom.

“Mom, I’m not being wise, but the washing machine washes them and they fit perfect, they’re the right size,” says Vinnie. Vinnie continues, “Let Dexter go, Mom. I’m home buddy. It’s time for some fun.”

Vinnie’s mom releases Dexter’s leash. Dexter’s not the most athletic beagle, but he leaps off the porch onto the sidewalk and runs to Vinnie. Vinnie grabs Dexter around the neck and hugs him. Dexter’s tail is wagging at the speed of sound, or, as close to as a beagle can get. She shakes her head, utters a silent Hail Mary and wonders if it is all a dream.

“Sit, Dexter. I got a treat for you,” says Vinnie, taking his backpack off and setting it on the grass. 

Vinnie opens his backpack, reaches in and pulls out a half of a bologna sandwich on white bread and says, “Shake. Good boy. Here you go.” Vinnie puts the half sandwich three inches from Dexter’s mouth. Dexter snaps at it and pulls the half sandwich into mouth. Six chews and a hard swallow later, Dexter is on his haunches wondering where is the other half of sandwich.

“Vinnie, where did you get the bologna sandwich? Tell me you didn’t eat the other half,” says Vinnie’s mom.

“That was Larry’s sandwich, Mom. His mom always gives him two sandwiches. She gives him cookies, and she gives him a chocolate bar. Larry has the best lunches. Mom. Will you give me cookies and a chocolate bar in my lunch tomorrow?”

“I will not. What happened in school today? Did you have fun?”

“It was great, Mom. I got to talk to Pete the custodian and Mrs. Nokowski and I got to tell the class all about our vacation. The class thought my story about our vacation was the best because we did so many different things. And, I got to do a lot of other things too. I think Mrs. Navis is really happy to see me back from vacation. I think she missed me. I’d like to talk to you, Mom, but Rupert is waiting for me.” 

Vinnie runs up the steps, past his mom.

“Vincent, did you forget something?” says his mom.

“Awe, Mom, do I have to?”

“Yes, come here and give me a hug,” says Vinnie’s mom.

Vinnie turns around, runs to his mom, he hugs her, and as soon as she lets go, he breaks for his bedroom. 

Vinnie’s mom watches him, she shakes her head and begins to enter the house when her cell phone rings. She stops, reaches into her back jean’s pocket and pull her cell phone out. She checks caller ID. Kennedy Elementary School. 


Vinnie Returns on Monday

Vinnie slides into his Mom’s favorite rosebush. He says, “It’s not a rosebush, Mom. It’s second base.”

It only gets better. LOL

“Vincent, I Sent You To The Office”


Vinnie opens the door to room 107. Mrs. Navis stares at him with a look that melts an iceberg faster than global warming. Vinnie steps in the room, he sees Larry standing in front of the class. Vinnie says, “Hi Mrs. Navis, can I have my turn after Larry?”

Mrs. Navis assumes the stern teacher position, AKA, arms akimbo, lips pursed, and foot tapping, “Vincent, I sent you to the office.”

Before Mrs. Navis can express another thought, Vinnie responds, “Thank you, Mrs. Navis. I needed a time out. I was out of control. I went to the office and now I’m back. Here’s my note.” 

Vinnie walks over to Mrs. Navis and hands her the note.  

Mrs. Navis reads the note, rolls her eyes and thinks, five more minutes and we’d have finished. She stares at Vinnie, who’s smiling at her, and says, “After Larry it’s JoAnne’s turn, then you can have your turn. 

Vinnie says, “Thank you, Mrs. Navis, you won’t regret it.”

Vinnie turns and walks down the third row toward his seat. He crosses his eyes and squints his nose. The class laughs.

“Children, that’s enough. There’s nothing funny about being sent to the office.”

Vinnie sits down, opens his desk, takes out three blank sheets of paper and a box of crayons, and ducks down behind Joey.

Mrs. Navis tries standing on her tiptoes to see what Vinnie is doing. She’s knows it’s something, but he’s quiet. She says, “Larry, tell the class what you did on spring break.”

Vinnie stops doing what he’s doing and sits up to listen to Larry. Larry says, “We didn’t do nothing.”

“Anything,” says Mrs. Navis.

“That too,” says Larry. The class laughs.

“Surely, you did something. What was the most exciting thing that happened to you during your break.”

Vinnie raises his hand, “I know. I know. Larry told me all about it on the bus. It’s great. It’s one of the best things that could ever happen.”

“Vincent. Please, let Larry tell his story.”

“Mrs. Navis? Mrs. Navis?” asks Vinnie.

“What is it Vincent?” says Mrs. Navis her voice sending a signal she running on empty and it’s only 9 a.m.

“How come you call Larry, Larry, instead of Lawrence? Why don’t you call me Vinnie. My mom and dad and my Uncle Mickey, and Pete the custodian and my gramma and my grampa …”

“Please, Vincent. I, uh, call you Vincent because it is such a nice name.”

“You don’t think Lawrence is a nice name, Mrs. Navis?” asks Vinnie.

Mrs. Navis begins to think, I am a good Christian woman. I sing in the church choir. Why did you send me this burden, Lord?” 

Larry turns and looks at Mrs. Navis, “It’s okay, Mrs. Navis. I don’t like Lawrence either. I was named after my mom’s first boyfriend, they had me, and then they split. My current dad’s name is Luther. I like him, but I don’t like his name. He doesn’t like it either. He goes by his nickname, Beak. He got the name because he has a huge nose. You should see it. Mom says he can hide secret messages in it.”

The class laughs.

“Children, enough. Larry, please tell us your story.”

“You sure you want to hear it, Mrs. Navis?” asks Larry.

“Yes, Larry. Please begin, and Vincent, no interruptions.”

“It was last Wednesday, that’s the night, they have all you can eat at Fast Eddie’s Barbecue. My mom and dad and me went to Fast Eddie’s. They got the best ribs. Mom ate two buckets of ribs and I ate one bucket of ribs and Dad ate four buckets of ribs, three ears of corn and four pieces of cornbread.”

“What a wonderful story, Larry. Sit down.”

“I’m not finished. I didn’t get to the best part, Mrs. Navis,” says Larry.

“Well, be quick about it,” says Mrs. Navis.

“When we got home, Dad went to the bathroom and was in the bathroom for twenty minutes. The whole house stunk worse than a skunk attack. When he finished, the toilet was clogged and he couldn’t get it unclogged. We had to call the plumber.”

“That’s  enough, Larry. Sit down.”

The class laughs.

My Vacation Was Better Than Your Vacation – Vinnie’s at it Again!


Mrs. Navis stands behind her desk regretting her decision to have the children take turns telling about their spring break. Her eyes scan the room for Vinnie. Vinnie sits in the third row, three seats back from the front. She sees him hunched over on his desk busily doing something. She takes this as a good sign, Vinnie’s mind is already off to something new. 

Mrs. Navis says, “Children, we’ll start with the first row and work our way over to the window.”

Mrs. Navis is quietly pleased with herself. Vincent won’t complain about being last. Mary will be the first one and she’ll set a good example. And, since Vincent is in the middle, she can hurry him along because everyone will need a chance. 

A voice from the middle of the classroom interrupts Mrs. Navis self congratulatory thoughts, “Mrs. Navis. Mrs. Navis. Mrs. Navis.”

Mrs. Navis doesn’t have to look up, the wave length, the pitch, and urgency of the voice can only belong to one human being, “Yes, Vincent?”

“Why can’t we start with the third row? We can go third row, fifth row, fourth row, second row, and first row. Change is good, right, Mrs. Navis?”

Mrs. Navis takes a deep breath trying to remember she learned about handling difficult children at the last professional development day. She says, “It’s too confusing, Vincent. We’ll go in order. Everyone will know when it’s their turn.”

“Mrs. Navis. Mrs. Navis. I’ve got it covered. Look,” Vinnie holds up a sheet of paper with the number 3 on it. “I’ve got four other sheets each with the number of the row. No one will be confused. It’s really a good idea, right, Mrs. Navis?”

Mrs. Navis sees the class starting to enjoy Vinnie’s bantering with her. She knows if she disagrees, Vinnie will come back at her and the class will start laughing. The whole exercise will be over. She sees Sara in the front seat. She says, “Sara, are you ready to tell us about your spring break?”

“Yes, Mrs. Navis. My family and I went to Washington D.C. I can tell all about it and I took a lot of photos and I can show them on my iPad to the class.”

Mrs. Navis smiles, “Class, we’ll go in the order Vincent suggested. Vincent will hold up the sign for each row when it is that row’s turn. Are you ready to do this, Vincent? Vincent?”

“Oh. I’m on it, Mrs. Navis.”

Sara Wallers stands up at her desk. She carries her iPad to Mrs. Navis’s desk, sits the iPad down on Mrs. Navis’s desk and turns around to face the class. Sara begins, “My family and I had the best vacation …”

“No, you didn’t. I think my vacation was better than yours …”

Before Vinnie can finish, Mrs. Navis interrupts, “Vincent, no interrupting. Sara was only using a common expression meaning the family enjoyed themselves.”

“Oh, no, Mrs. Navis. I’m sure no one else here went to Washington, D.C. We even saw the White House,” says Sara.

“Tommy lives in a white house, too,” says Vinnie.

“Please, Vincent. Let Sara finish.”

“Okay, Mrs. Navis, but it’s already boring,” says Vinnie. He smiles as the class laughs.

“Class, enough! No laughing. You don’t want anyone to laugh at you when you come to the front of the class, do you?”

“I do, Mrs. Navis,” says Vinnie. The room fills with laughter.

Mrs. Navis turns red. Her voices takes on the tone of a judge issuing the death sentence to a drug dealer convicted of murder, “Vincent, to the office. Now.”

“Can I still have my turn when I come back, Mrs. Navis?”

The class laughs.

Vinnie walks to the door, Mrs. Navis’s eyes follow him. Vinnie stops at the door and turns around, “Could we do this in the afternoon, Mrs. Navis. I don’t mind missing math?”

“To the office, Vincent

Vinnie Announces: “Class Can Start, I’m Here.”


Mrs. Navis stands by the doorway and greets each child with a smile and a good morning in a lyrical voice as the kids walk into her classroom. That is, every child but Vinnie. She says, “Vincent, I do not want to hear about artificial insemination. It’s not appropriate for a science project. Now, find your desk and get ready for class.”

Vinnie doesn’t move. He stands in front of Mrs. Navis and stares at her for a moment. Then he says, “Why, Mrs. Navis? Joey said I could use his cat in the project.”

“Vincent, no means no.”

“Okay, Mrs. Navis. I have another idea. I want to test to see what helps make the longest burps, diet soda or regular soda. Can I do that, Mrs. Navis? Can I?”

Mrs. Navis places a hand on Vinnie’s left shoulder, “Vincent, where do you come up with these ideas? Who is helping you? Is it your mother? I’m sure it is. Tell me.”

Vinnie turns his head and looks at Mrs. Navis’ hand on his shoulder. She remover her hand. Vinnie says, “Oh no, Mrs. Navis. I don’t talk about my science fair project with my mom or dad. I want to surprise them. I have a great science mind who talks to me about them. He’s my friend.”

“And, who is this great science mind? Is it Joey? Tommy? Larry?”

“No, Mrs. Navis. It’s Rupert.”

“Rupert? Is Rupert a university professor?”

“He’s like Einstein, Mrs. Navis. Oh, there’s the bell. Maybe Rupert can come in and teach class someday. I’ll ask him if he can do it?”

“Vincent, in your seat.”

Vinnie walks to the center of the room. All the other students are at their desks. Vinnie stops in front of Mrs. Navis desk and announces, “Class can begin, I’m here.” Vinnie starts laughing and the class joins in until. …

“Children, children, that is enough. Vincent, sit down.” 

Mrs. Navis waits for Vinnie to sit then says, “After the pledge of allegiance to the flag and the announcements you will take turns standing in front of class and telling everyone about your spring break. I’m sure each of you had something exciting happen to you even if you didn’t go on a trip.”

Mrs. Navis tries desperately to ignore a waving hand coming from the middle of the third row behind Sara. She can ignore the waving hand, she can’t ignore the incessant, “Ooh, ooh, ooh, Mrs. Navis. Ooh, Ooh, Ooh.”

“What is it, Vincent?”

“Can I be first, my vacation was the best vacation in the history of spring vacations. Can I, Mrs. Navis. Can I?”

“I bet it wasn’t as good as mine,” says Mary sitting across from Vinnie. “My parents took me to Disney World and I went to the Magic Kingdom.”

“Boring, boring, and more boring. Everybody has been to Disney World or seen it on TV.”

“It was not boring. I got to hold hands with Cinderella,” says Mary.

“Children, stop. We’ll go alphabetically,” says Mrs. Navis hoping there will be no time left for Vinnie.

“That’s not fair, Mrs. Navis. My name begins with a V and I’m always at the end,” blurts Vinnie.

“Enough, Vincent.”

“Will you promise I’ll get a chance to tell my story? Please, Mrs. Navis. I’ll tell my mom what a good teacher you are,” says Vinnie.

Mrs. Navis thinks the last thing she needs is a principal and teacher and parent conference on why she didn’t let Vincent tell his story. “Okay, Vincent, we’ll make sure you have a chance to tell your story.”

“You won’t regret it, Mrs. Navis,” says Vinnie.

Vinnie Returns Tomorrow & His Mom Is Trying to Keep Up With Him

Vinnie’s Back Tomorrow And He’s Into His Science Fair Project. It’s not going to be pretty. LOL