My gymnastics tornament was today at 12 in the afternoon. I was in the kitchen eating breakfast. It was 8 o'clock in the morning. My breakfast today was apple cinnamon oatmeal. To my surprise, eating oatmeal at a slow pace made it even more lumpy than usual. I put my spoon down in my bowl and stared at my lumpy bowl of now cold oatmeal. "Sweetheart, you got to eat for the tornament", said my mom coming to sit next to me at the kitchen table.
"I'm too disappointed to eat, Mom."
"I know you were looking foward to that date, honey. But you'll have other dates."
"But not with him."
"Tell me, what's so special about this boy?"
"Well, so many things. He's very intelligent and facetious."
"Those are many things?"
"Okay, maybe not so many things. But I forgot to add that he's really cute."
"I see." My mom put her arms around me. "Do you have this boy's telephone number?"