4
Hamilton
I wouldnât be stuck here in time-out if Iâd just listened to my big brother.
And believe me, I hardly ever say that.
It started the other day. I was packing Hamilton into my backpack.
So he could go to school with me. Just like always.
Max saw me. âNo pigs allowed at school, Roscoe,â he said.
I ignored him.
Because number one, that isnât a rule. Unless the pig is the real kind.
And number two, when a little brother ignores a big brother, it drives the big brother crazy.
Max was eating Cheerios. He threw one at my head. âYouâre in first grade now,â he said. âAnd first graders do NOT take stuffed animals to school.â
I picked the Cheerio out of my hair.
Then I ate it.
That also drives big brothers crazy.
âHamilton always comes with me,â I said.
Mom ran into the kitchen. âHas anyone seen Hazelâs Cinderella toothbrush?â
Hazel is my little sister. She has a thing about princesses. Also mud.
âThe point is, stuffed animals are for babies,â Max said.
âMax!â Mom said. âWhat are you talking about?â
âRoscoeâs taking that stinkpot Bacon to school,â Max said.
âThat isnât his name,â I said.
âHam,â Max said.
âHam-ILTON,â I said.
âIt would be totally embarrassing if anyone sees you with that thing,â Max said. âIâd be humiliated!â
âYou are in fourth grade,â Mom said. âRoscoeâs in first. How is he going to humiliate you?â
Max shook his head. âIâm sorry, Mom,â he said, âbut you know nothing about the real world. People will talk.â
âThat pig is Roscoeâs best friend,â Mom said. âAnd as long as itâs okay with his teacher, he may take BaconâI mean Hamilton âto school.â
âBesides, nobody knows heâs there,â I pointed out. ââCause he stays in my backpack. Only Emma and Gus know about him. And Ms. Diz.â
Ms. Diz is my teacher. And Emma and Gus are my best buddies.
Max made a pig-snort sound.
I snorted back. Twice.
Let me tell you, dealing with big brothers is an art.
âIâm bringing Hamilton,â I said. âAnd thatâs that.â
The thing is, Iâve had Hamilton forever.
My Great-aunt Hilda sent him to me on my first birthday.
She has a pig farm in North Carolina.
Great-aunt Hilda says pigs are very intelligent and lovable.
Sort of like snorting dogs.
I canât sleep without Hamilton.
When I was little, he kept away monsters and fire-breathing dragons.
When I got bigger, he kept away black widow spiders and grizzly bears.
He is my guard pig.
âGuys!â Dad called. âHustle! Itâs almost time for the bus!â
Max ran to get his backpack. Mom ran to find Hazelâs toothbrush.
I sat in the kitchen and stared at Hamilton.
I put him on the counter.
What if Max was right?
I was getting awfully old.
I mean, I had a loose tooth. Thatâs WAY old.
Hamilton looked worried, like he might start to cry.
I could see this was very hard for him.
âOkay, buddy, you can come,â I said.
I smushed Hamilton into the very bottom of my backpack.
I left the zipper open a little. So he could breathe.
Max was crazy. Nobody would bug me about Hamilton.
Because nobody knew about him. Except Ms. Diz and Emma and Gus.
I peeked into my backpack.
âHamilton,â I said. âYou can come to school with me forever. Even when Iâm a fourth grader.â
5
Your Epidermis Is Showing
When I got to school, I went straight to the cubbies by our classroom.
While I hung up my backpack, I checked to make sure no one was nearby.
Good. The coast was clear.
I whispered to Hamilton through the zipper hole. âSee you, buddy.â
I heard someone behind me. So I zipped up my backpack really quick.
My pal Gus ran up. His cubby is right next to mine.
Gusâs