I know bestest isn’t a word, but it is for Gary and me; he’s the one that got me saying it because he always calls me his ‘littlest, bestest bud’.
Mom thinks Gary is a bad influence and doesn’t like me hanging around him because he’s what others call a Stoner. I know Gary smokes pot, but he never does it around me or any other kids for that matter. He’s just cool like that.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Gary said clothes-lining me around the chest as I was running.
My feet flew in the air as I cried out, “Let me go! Let me go!”
Gary dropped the boogie board he had tucked under his left arm as he struggled to keep hold of me. “Whoa, little bud calm down!”