Chapter One
If there’s one piece of advice I can give you for your first day at a new school, it’s this: avoid sliming your entire classroom. Even if it’s only an accident, you’ll probably end up in trouble with your teachers…or your classmates… or your principal. Or with all three, like I did.
The day started out innocently enough. I’d decided to experiment with toast toppings, and was creating an interesting swirling pattern on my multigrain when Dad bounded down the stairs with Max on his back.
“Would you like a sample?” I offered them my plate.
Dad raised his eyebrows. “Vegemite and honey? No thanks, Edie.”
“No, Dee-Dee,” Max said, with a toothy grin.
“Suit yourself,” I said, shrugging. Thirty-six-year-olds and two-year-olds tended to be a bit fussy when it came to experimenting with food. One time last year I made breakfast pizzas, and they refused to try even a small slice. Just because the fruit, cereal and milk went a little gluggy in the oven didn’t mean the pizzas wouldn’t taste good. (Although, on that occasion, they had tasted pretty terrible. )
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