C and I after dance

Mr. C and I

Mr. C and I while I was waiting for me dad to pick me up outside the school. 9:10PM This was taken by Ahna. Here’s the story:
Outside after the dance, C was waiting for all the kids to be picked up. I was siting on the stair railing two yards away from him. He yelled, “Mosko! Where’s little Mosko?” Originally my brother was Mosko.

This is my first nickname given by someone who isn’t my friend. “What C? Am I Mosko now?” I walked over to him. Well ” Here’s my bedroom, then bathroom, then t.v. room. Isaac’s in the bathroom. I mean T.V. room!”

“Little Isaac needs to go to the toilet! Mosko is on the potty!”

“Sorry”

A few minutes later, my dad comes pulling into the gvms driveway.He makes a sharp turn. Mr. C was like “Whoa! who’s that?’

I probably said this four times to him but he ignored me. “It’s my dad.” I finally asked “what care are you talking about?”

“The silver station wagon.”

“Yah, that’s my dad!”

My dad comes out of the car. “Oh my gosh. It’s Dr. Moskowitz. Why aren’t there more accidents on the roads?!”