“I looked at him and thought about having to go through it all over again. The kicking and the screaming and the messes and more – much more. I felt so angry that I kicked the wall.”
″‘If only I knew for sure what the baby will be like’, I said.
‘Take a chance Peter,’ Dad said. ‘The baby won’t necessarily be anything like Fudge.’
‘But it won’t necessarily not be anything like him either,’ I answered.”
″... whenever we had company, Fudge tried to sell Tootsie.
‘You like the baby?’ he’d ask.
‘Oh yes... she’s just adorable.’
‘You can have her for a quarter.‘”
″‘There’s nothing wrong with him!’ I said. ‘My mother calls him Fudge. My father calls him Fudge. My grandmother calls him Fudge. His friends call him Fudge. My friends call him Fudge. I call him Fudge. He calls himself Fudge...‘”
“What was Sheila Tubman talking about? I looked the same as always. And why did she think Tootsie was lucky not to look like me? Unless it was my ears. Lately, they seemed too big.”
“Mom opened her arms and Fudge jumped into them. He rested his head on Mom’s shoulder, shoved his fingers into his mouth, and slurped on them. I know it’s stupid, but just for a minute I wished I could be Mom’s baby again, too.”