Wonder

again, having unsuspecting adults pass me on the stairway.
Anyway, it’s not that I care that people react to me. Like I’ve said a
gazillion times: I’m used to that by now. I don’t let it bother me. It’s
like when you go outside and it’s drizzling a little. You don’t put on
boots for a drizzle. You don’t even open your umbrella. You walk
through it and barely notice your hair getting wet.
But when it’s a huge gym full of parents, the drizzle becomes like
this total hurricane. Everyone’s eyes hit you like a wall of water.
Mom and Dad hang around my table a lot, along with Jack’s
parents. It’s kind of funny how parents actually end up forming the
same little groups their kids form. Like my parents and Jack’s and
Summer’s mom all like and get along with each other. And I see
Julian’s parents hang out with Henry’s parents and Miles’s parents.
And even the two Maxes’ parents hang out together. It’s so funny.
I told Mom and Dad about it later when we were walking home,
and they thought it was a funny observation.
I guess it’s true that like seeks like, said Mom.