Mardy Bum Access

Then something weird happened.

“It could be,” said Maya.

It was Tuesday, which Leo already considered “the Monday of the rest of the week.” His toast was too crispy. His shoelace snapped. And his little sister, Maya, had the audacity to hum the theme tune from that cartoon she knew he secretly liked. mardy bum

“Stop it,” he grumbled, arms crossed so tightly his elbows nearly touched. Then something weird happened

Their mum, folding laundry in the hallway, didn’t look up. “Oh, here we go. Mardy bum alert. Code red.” ” said Maya. It was Tuesday

And for once, Leo didn’t mind the name at all.