By: Amy Ball
Christopher named his hamburger Tony, and his fries the Huberts.
“See ya, Jackson and Margaret!”
Dad thought this was hilarious. “That’s my son!”
“No, no!” Christopher muttered before chomping the fries.
Margaret was a girl at school, who Christopher had hit across the face with a toy truck. Mom didn’t know who Jackson was.
“Now you, Tony.” Christopher patted the bun.
Tony was his grandfather’s name.
Mom wondered if he was going to create cartoons or be a serial killer. Was this something to stop or encourage?
“You’re so sensitive!” Dad laughed, pushing her shoulder. Hard.
He posted the video.