Jonas is not my Papa.
No matter what anyone says.
Things were already bad enough at that dumb wedding. All the grownups kept going on and on about how lucky we are to have Jonas marry our Mama. They said… What was it again? Our family’s “complete” now, or something.
What’s THAT supposed to mean? Jonas ISN’T my family. I mean, sometimes he feels kinda like a friend, but that’s only when we hang out at the museum, or he buys me my favorite ice cream. And a friend still isn’t family!
I was SO mad.
At least afterward things kinda-sorta went back to normal.
But today… Today things got even WORSE. Can you believe it?
Okay, let me tell you what happened.
We were down at the park – Me and Tobias, and Mama and Jonas too.
Me and Tobias were playing pirate – that’s one of our favorites. I’m always the Captain because I’m the best at giving all the directions and being the boss.
And Tobi’s the first mate, because he likes to run around and do stuff.
Anyway, we were just getting to the good part of the game when it happened. Mama and Jonas were talking to this wrinkly old lady on one of the benches. And I heard her turn to Jonas and ask “Are those your boys over there?” And then she said one of those weird things strangers always say… “They’re so adorable” or “They’re so well-behaved”, or something dumb like that. I’m not really sure. But I definitely heard her ask it – “Are those your boys?”
And it’s not the first time something like that’s happened. People always seem to think Jonas is our Papa. And he’s always really nice when he tells them they’re wrong…
But this time, he just smiled and said “Yeah, they are… Thanks!”
I was waiting and waiting for Mama to say something, but she didn’t! Just gave Jonas this stupid, lovey-dovey smile. YUCK!
That was the last straw. Tobias can be Jonas’ boy if he wants.
But not me.
I’ve learned my lesson before though. I knew I had to keep it all inside. So I just told Tobias I didn’t feel like playing anymore, then I went and told Mama I was tired and wanted to leave.
I think they could tell something wasn’t right though.
The whole walk home, Jonas wouldn’t stop asking me if I was okay.
I wish he’d just leave me alone.
I’m not his boy.
And he’s not my Papa!