Regular Guy (1999)
“I heard my parents dragging the wading pool off the rafters in the garage and across the backyard to the patio. I listened as they made preparations for their little “shindig,” as my mother kept calling it.
“How many gallons of lemonade do you think it’ll take to fill it up, Wuckums?” my mother called to my father. His name is William, but he’d had trouble pronouncing it as a child and had inadvertently nicknamed himself “Wuckums” for life.
“Just dump in all of the containers and fill it with t...he hose,” he called back. “If it’s too weak I’ll run down to the store and get more.”
My father got the grill going, and soon the odor of barbecued chicken wafted up into my room. I put the pillow over my head and ignored my rumbling stomach. I was not going to this party no matter what. Even with my head covered I could hear my mother squealing as she and my father carried the ice sculpture from the front yard to the back.
“Oooh, you’re giving me goose bumps, Wuckums!”MoreLess
“How many gallons of lemonade do you think it’ll take to fill it up, Wuckums?” my mother called to my father. His name is William, but he’d had trouble pronouncing it as a child and had inadvertently nicknamed himself “Wuckums” for life.
“Just dump in all of the containers and fill it with t...he hose,” he called back. “If it’s too weak I’ll run down to the store and get more.”
My father got the grill going, and soon the odor of barbecued chicken wafted up into my room. I put the pillow over my head and ignored my rumbling stomach. I was not going to this party no matter what. Even with my head covered I could hear my mother squealing as she and my father carried the ice sculpture from the front yard to the back.
“Oooh, you’re giving me goose bumps, Wuckums!”MoreLess
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