"Chris! For Pete's sake, your phone is ringing!" "Ugh, can't you answer it?" "It's not my phone, dear." "Shit. Either way, who's it from?" "Dunno, it's an unknown number." "Fine, hand it to me." She handed him the phone, and Chris answered it. "Uh, ok." He said when he hung up. "Who was it from?" "Joey's school." "What do they want?" "They want me to be Joey's substitute teacher, for him and his class." "Oh." "Yea." He dressed, and ran down the stairs. "Bye Aviva, see ya later." He kissed her, and ran to his car. "Crud, I have 30 minutes before the bell rings." When he got there, they made him sign in, and they handed him a couple of boxes. The boxes reached up to his chest, and he picked them up.
"They are a good class Mr. Kratt, you won't have to worry about them." "Um, ok." When he finally reached the top of the stairs, he walked to the room. "Oh god. These damn boxes are tipping!" He grabbed them just in time, and set them down. "Dad?" Joey murmured to himself, and his best friend Weslaco nudged him. "Hey isn't that your dad?" "I-I dunno." "Oh well." They entered the class room, and Chris sat down. "Um, Hi there. I'm . You can call me Chris of you'd like. Or C.K. Or Christopher. Either way, uh, I'll be your teacher for the day. Thing is, I really, really don't like being called . Even though I married with that name. Anyway, what do you first? In homeroom?" "Breakfast." Joey said. "Fine. Who's gonna eat? So I can check 'em off? What's for breakfast any way?" "Yeuck! Potato pancakes!" Everyone exclaimed at once. "What's so bad about pancakes?" "Try them! Go ahead." He ate on, and ended up drinking the milk all at once. "Yuck! You're right!"
"Told ya' Chris." A kid said. "BTW, I'm Joey's father, in case you're wondering." "What?!" "Yea. Is there a problem?" The kids shook their heads, and then the bell rang."