And landed here in time-out. My hair was pretty sticky when I got home. So was Hazel’s magic fortune-telling ball. I think maybe some applesauce got stuck inside of it. Because now when you ask it a question, it only has one answer: “ASK AGAIN LATER.” Hazel was awfully nice about it, though. When I said, “Can I borrow it again sometime?” Dad said, “Ask again later.” My whole family’s visiting the orchard next weekend. Wyatt and his family are coming too. We are going to pick enough apples to pay for the applesauce we ruined when we swam in it. Apparently, nobody wants Roscoe-and-Wyatt-flavored applesauce. So they had to throw the whole batch out. That means we have to pick seven whole baskets of apples. Emma’s coming with us to the orchard. She says the only way we’re going to get that many apples is with her help. I think maybe she’s right. Ms. Diz says Emma is a good buddy. I have to agree with her on that one. She also said our class might go on another field trip someday.
