Junie B. Jones Is (almost) a Flower Girl (Junie B. Jones, No. 13)
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Barbara Park’s New York Times bestselling chapter book series, Junie B. Jones, is a classroom favorite and has been keeping kids laughing—and reading—for more than twenty years. Over 60 million copies in print and now with a bright new look for a new generation!
Meet the World’s Funniest Kindergartner—Junie B. Jones! Junie B.’s aunt Flo is getting married. What a perfect chance for her to show everyone how grown-up she is! Too bad she wasn’t picked to be the flower girl in the wedding so she could really show off. But surely Junie B. can still find some way to get everyone’s attention.
“Junie B. is the darling of the young-reader set.”
“Park convinces beginning readers that Junie B.—and reading—are lots of fun.”
“Junie’s swarms of young fans will continue to delight in her unique take on the world. . . . A hilarious, first-rate read-aloud.”
“Junie B. Jones is a feisty six-year-old with an endearing penchant for honesty.”
My feet are a bajillion times bigger than these little baby things.” I stood up straight and tall. “I am big, I tell you! I am big like a giant lady, practically!” Mother did a chuckle. “Sorry, toots. But I’m afraid you’re still too young for a boyfriend,” she said. After that, she gave me another hug. And she smoothed my hair. And she ate the rest of my snack cookie. 3/Being a Grown-up Lady At dinnertime, I told Daddy about what happened on the playground. And guess what? He
said the same dumb thing as Mother! “You’re way too young to have a boyfriend, Junie B.,” he said. “It’s nice to have Ricardo as a friend. But little girls should be footloose and fancy-free.” I covered my ears when I heard that. “Quit saying that about my feet!” I said. “I don’t want loose feet, I tell you! I want grown-up feet just like Mother has!” Just then, Mother looked at Daddy. “I think someone is s-l-e-e-p-y,” she spelled. I did a mad breath at her. “Yeah, only guess what? I’m a
purses and shoes and hats. Plus one of them had a blue fake bunny fur cape. And I never tripped at all. So that makes me the best flower girl, probably.” Grace’s face drooped a teeny bit. “Oh,” she said kind of soft. After that, Lucille asked me a million more questions. “What kind of flower girl dress are you going to wear, Junie B.? Huh? Is it going to be long or short? What color will it be, do you think? So far I have worn yellow and pink and blue.” She tapped on her chin. “Hmm. I
substitute, sort of,” she said. “Like if Bo gets sick and she can’t be in the wedding…you will step in and be the flower girl! Do you understand, honey?” Just then, I felt a little bit happier inside. “I do, Aunt Flo. I do understand,” I said. “But wait,” said Aunt Flo. “I haven’t even told you the best part yet! Because even if Bo doesn’t get sick, we still want you to sit with the bridesmaids at the reception! How does that sound?” My eyes got biggish and widish. “Perfect! It sounds
more words,” I said. Bo shrugged her shoulders. “That’s okay. First I have to learn to read,” she said. After that, both of our daddies picked us up. And they carried us out to the parking lot. “Hey! Look how high up I am, Bo!” I hollered to her. “I am as tall as a grown-up lady, almost! Only grown-up ladies don’t even get carried! And so too bad for them! Right, Bo? Right?” “Right!” hollered Bo. After that, we waved good-bye at each other. First I waved my hand. Then I waved my whole