FlutterballChapter 2
We finally got to go home, and Dad suggested that we make it easy on Mom by ordering in pizza. Mom grimaced a little at our unbalanced supper menu, but she went along. Anything Dad wanted so badly was okay with her. Dad ordered the pizza, and he and I rehashed the game while we waited for the pizza. I told him how my arm had hurt toward the end of the game, and Dad was a bit upset. He insisted that I put an ice pack on my arm, though it was probably too late by then. I wore the ice pack...