Mr Popular?
My folks seem to think that I am Mr Popular. No, I am not the new mascot for the bookstore by that name.
I have a few friends in school that I am close with. We hang out together, share stuff, and generally have a good time.
I arrive at school later than most of my classmates. Fortunately, I arrive in time for playground time and my welcome wagon normally drags me off to play. My folks think that this should make me feel good. I say, “Meh!”
I think I have previously described how one of my gal pals confronted another girl over me. A different friend decided to do a sequel. As we were forming our puffer train, one of my friends yanked another kid’s hands off my shoulders and took his place. Again my reaction was, “Meh!”
Sometimes our parents pick us up at the same time. On one occasion, a friend’s papa said “Isaac is my friend too!” That made my friend mad and she replied that only she could be my friend. Chill out, dudes! I may be little, but there is enough Isaac for everyone!
I am my own little man. You wanna piece of me? You wanna piece of me? Maybe I can sell my boogers on eBay. Meh, maybe not!
Little Popular Isaac
