“How about this? Can you at least meet Mr. Tushman before making up your mind?” Mom asked.
“Mr. Tushman?” I said. “He’s the principal,” answered Mom. “Mr. Tushman?” I repeated.
“I know, right?” Dad answered, smiling and looking at me in the rearview mirror.
“Can you believe that name, Auggie? I mean, who on earth would ever agree to have a name like Mr. Tushman?”
I smiled even though I didn’t want to let them see me smile.
Dad was the one person in the world who could make me laugh no matter how much I didn’t want to laugh. Dad always made everyone laugh.
“Auggie, you know, you should go to that school just so you can hear his name said over the loudspeaker!” Dad said excitedly.
“Can you imagine how funny that would be? Hello, hello? Paging Mr. Tushman!”
He was using a fake high, old-lady voice. “Hi, Mr. Tushman! I see you’re running a little behind today!”
“Did your car get rear-ended again? What a bum rap!”
I started laughing, not even because I thought he was being that funny but because I wasn’t in the mood to stay mad anymore.
“It could be worse, though!” Dad continued in his normal voice. “Mommy and I had a professor in college called Miss Butt.”
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