Read Junie B. Jones Is (Almost) a Flower Girl Online
Authors: Barbara Park
After the church, everybody went to the reception.
The reception is a big, giant room where you sit at tables. And you listen to loud music. And you eat food and cake.
And then wait till you hear this! The bridesmaids’ table was the longest table in the whole entire place!
I runned right to the end of that hugie thing. And guess what? There was a teensy card with my name printed on it!
“Here! Here! I am sitting here!” I hollered to Mother.
Just then, I saw Aunt Flo.
She was coming over with Bo.
“Uh-oh,” I said very nervous.
Then I quick hided behind Mother’s skirt.
But Aunt Flo didn’t even look mad! She bended down next to me in her beautiful wedding gown. And she held my hand real nice.
“Junie B., honey? I didn’t see what happened in the church. But Bo said you tried to take her basket. Is that true?”
I shook my head very fast.
“No, Aunt Flo. I didn’t try to take her whole entire basket. I promise. I just wanted two teensy petals and that’s all,” I said.
I held up two fingers.
“Just this many, Aunt Flo. Just two. ’Cause Bo got all the rest of the petals. And so two would be fair of her, I think.”
Aunt Flo looked at Bo.
“Bo, honey? Did you hear that? Junie B. only wanted two little flower petals.”
Bo looked shy at me.
Then, all of a sudden, she reached into
her basket. And she gave me two petals!
I smiled real big.
“Hey! That is a nice gesture of you, Bo!” I said.
After that, Bo smiled back at me. And Aunt Flo put us in our chairs.
Bo asked me how old I am.
I sat up straight and tall.
“I am almost six,” I said very proud.
Bo did a sad sigh.
“Poo,” she said. “I’m only five. I’m
always
the littlest. Always, always, always.”
I patted her arm very understanding.
“Don’t worry, little Bo. Someday you will be a grown-up lady, just like me,” I said.
Bo did a teeny frown.
“You’re not a grown-up lady,” she said.
“Yes, I am so a grown-up lady, Bo!” I
said back. “Just ask my mother if you don’t believe me. ’Cause I acted grown-up for the whole entire wedding, almost.”
Just then, I quick put my napkin in my lap.
“See this, Bo? See how I am putting this napkin in my lap? If I was a baby, I would tuck it in my collar. But grown-up ladies put them in their laps.”
I sat up even taller.
“And see how straight and tall I am sitting? This is how grown-up ladies sit,” I said. “We never slouch and slump.”
After that, I sat very still. And I didn’t move a muscle.
“Now look at me, Bo,” I said out of the corner of my mouth. “See how still I am sitting? I am not even squirming. On account of grown-up ladies do not get
ants in their pants, that’s why.”
I folded my hands very polite.
“Now I am folding my hands very polite. And I am waiting for my food.”
Bo kept on looking at me.
“The end,” I said.
After that, I kept sitting there a real long time.
That’s how come Bo got tired of looking at me. And she started playing with her spoon.
She clinked it on her water glass.
Also, she clinked it on her plate. And her knife. And her head.
“Grown-up ladies do not clink their spoons,” I said.
Bo shrugged her shoulders at me.
After that, she made a puppet out of her napkin. And she made it bite my nose.
“Hey!” I said very surprised.
Then I quick did a frown.
“Grown-up ladies do not play with their napkins,” I said.
After that, I did a big sigh. ’Cause my food was taking a million thousand years, that’s why.
Finally, my legs started to get stiffish and tightish.
Also, I got an ant in my pant.
And my foot went to sleep.
That is how come I had to hop down from my chair. And I stamped my foot on the floor.
“Sometimes ladies have to stamp their sleeping feet,” I explained to Bo. “It is perfectly acceptable to do this.”
After that, I shaked my foot all around. But it still did not wake up.
I looked at Bo.
“Okay. Here’s the thing. Sometimes ladies have to skip around the table to get their blood pumping,” I said.
“Really?” said Bo.
“Yes,” I said. “Trust me. I know what I’m doing.”
After that, I started to skip around the table. Only too bad for me. ’Cause my new shoes hurt my heels a real lot. Plus also my fancy pantyhose drooped all the way down to my knees.
I walked back to my seat very limping.
I looked at Bo again.
“Sometimes ladies have to go under the table and adjust theirselves,” I said.
Bo looked curious at me.
“They do?” she asked.
“Of course they do,” I said. “That’s how
come they make the tablecloths so long.”
After that, I ducked under the tablecloth. And I quick took off my shoes. Plus also I took off my pantyhose.
“Ahh. Better,” I said.
Then I climbed back onto my chair
again. And I wiggled my piggy toes all around in the air.
“What a relief,” I said. “Loose feet.”
All of a sudden, my eyes got big and wide! And I did a gasp!
’Cause that reminded me of what Mother and Daddy told me!
“BO! HEY, BO!” I said real thrilled. “LOOSE FEET! GET IT? I HAVE LOOSE FEET!”
“Huh? What?” said Bo.
And so that’s how come I told her all about my boyfriend named Ricardo. And how he wanted to chase other people. And how Mother and Daddy said I should have loose feet!
“Get it, Bo? Get it?” I asked. “Mother and Daddy were right! Loose feet
are
funner than grown-up feet!”
After that, I quick got on my knees. And I clinked my water glass with my spoon. Also, I clinked my plate and my fork and my head.
“Sometimes it’s fun to be little! Right, Bo? Right? Right?” I said.
Me and Bo clinked spoons.
“Right!” she said real giggly.
After that, I made a puppet out of my napkin. And I made it bite Bo’s nose.
And that is not even the best part!
’Cause after lunch, me and Bo skipped around the whole entire room in bare feet! And we throwed flower petals on people’s heads! And no one even got mad. ’Cause when you’re little, you can get away with those kind of shenanigans!
It was the funnest time I ever had.
And guess what else?
After the reception, me and Bo hugged each other good-bye. And she said she will call me sometime! And I said I will write her a letter!
“Only first I have to learn to spell more words,” I said.
Bo shrugged her shoulders.
“That’s okay. First I have to learn to read,” she said.
After that, both of our daddies picked us up. And they carried us out to the parking lot.
“Hey! Look how high up I am, Bo!” I hollered to her. “I am as tall as a grown-up lady, almost! Only grown-up ladies don’t even get carried! And so too bad for them! Right, Bo? Right?”
“Right!” hollered Bo.
After that, we waved good-bye at each other.
First I waved my hand.
Then I waved my whole entire arm.
Plus also I waved all of my ten piggy toes.
I laughed real happy.
“See, Daddy? See? I’ve got loose feet just like you said!”
Then Daddy laughed, too.
And we sang the pretty bride song all the way to the car.
#1
Junie B. Jones and the Stupid Smelly Bus
#2
Junie B. Jones and a Little Monkey Business
#3
Junie B. Jones and Her Big Fat Mouth
#4
Junie B. Jones and Some Sneaky Peeky Spying
#5
Junie B. Jones and the Yucky Blucky Fruitcake
#6
Junie B. Jones and That Meanie Jim’s Birthday
#7
Junie B. Jones Loves Handsome Warren
#8
Junie B. Jones Has a Monster Under Her Bed
#9
Junie B. Jones Is Not a Crook
#10
Junie B. Jones Is a Party Animal
#11
Junie B. Jones Is a Beauty Shop Guy
#12
Junie B. Jones Smells Something Fishy
#13
Junie B. Jones Is (almost) a Flower Girl
#14
Junie B. Jones and the Mushy Gushy Valentime
#15
Junie B. Jones Has a Peep in Her Pocket
#16
Junie B. Jones Is Captain Field Day
#17
Junie B. Jones Is a Graduation Girl
#18
Junie B., First Grader (at last!)
#19
Junie B., First Grader: Boss of Lunch
#20
Junie B., First Grader: Toothless Wonder
#21
Junie B., First Grader: Cheater Pants
#22
Junie B., First Grader: One-Man Band
#23
Junie B., First Grader: Shipwrecked
#24
Junie B., First Grader: BOO…and I MEAN It!
#25
Junie B., First Grader: Jingle Bells, Batman Smells! (P.S. So Does May.)
#26
Junie B., First Grader: Aloha-ha-ha!
#27
Junie B., First Grader: Dumb Bunny
Top-Secret Personal Beeswax: A Journal by Junie B. (and me!)
Junie B.’s Essential Survival Guide to School
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Like Junie B., I would have loved to have been a flower girl when I was little. To me, weddings seemed like events straight out of Fantasy Land. All those swooshy satin dresses. And the beautiful bouquets of flowers. But most of all, what I really, really loved was that HUGIE BIG CAKE.
I’m sorry to say that I haven’t gotten better with age. At the last wedding I attended, my husband spent the afternoon pointing to my mouth and telling me to wipe off the icing.
So after years of going to weddings, here’s my best advice to all:
Dress up. Behave in a dignified manner. And bring lots of tissues.
(You can wrap extra cake in the tissues and sneak it right out the door.)
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