His name is Kevin. Last year, in second grade, there was a Kevin D. and a Kevin L. in my class. Kevin D. is now in Miss Bellingham's class. Kevin L. doesn't have to have an L. after his name anymore. He is just Kevin.
And he is very, very, very, very, very cute.
Last week, I cried to Mrs. Phillips when I couldn't find my lunch box. It was my brother's old "Lost in Space" lunch box. We looked everywhere in the coat closet. But it wasn't there.
Kevin had taken it and hidden it from me. Mrs. Phillips was annoyed with him and he had to stay in the classroom for the first five minutes of recess.
I was not annoyed, really, because my Mom told me that if a boy teases you, it means he likes you. I said that couldn't be true because Stephen is always picking on me and he HATES me! But she said he doesn't hate me and, besides, it doesn't count for brothers.
Kevin is on the team my dad coaches. That means I get to see him ALL the time. I used to hate going to watch the stupid boys play baseball, but now I don't mind. Kevin is dreamy. Too bad he has to play way out in the outfield. He's dreamy, but he's not very good at baseball, I guess.
At lunch, after everyone else had gotten their lunchboxes, we were the only two in the coatroom. He kissed me! He kissed me!
Mrs. Kevin Lamb. Mrs. Patty Lamb. Mrs. Lamb.
I know we're going to get married someday.
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