Jones and Sauce

Yesterday as I was at the P/T conferences, I kept getting phone calls from Brigham asking to play with various friends. Each time he would call me back saying so and so had a soccer game or so and so wasn't home. He was getting so distraught as he called friends further out of his normal circle. You know, it goes from next door neighbors to across the street neighbors, to around the corner neighbors and back yard neighbors. After that you either have to drive or watch for the child coming on the bike neighbors which is only on special occasions because it is a pain in the hiney. None could play to his dismay. Finally he was crying, "I really want to play with a friend". How about your sister? I was going through the list of kids I knew when he blurts out, "how about Fart Face Jones?" What??? "Fart Face Jones!" Okay, go call him. Like that's a real kid. "Mom, I call him Fart Face Jones and I'm Spaghetti Sauce." Does he like you calling him Fart Face? "He picked the name himself."

???

He couldn't play either. Not home.