It's not fair! Not only is Melonhead's new fifth-grade teacher notoriously strict and mean, his mother is making him eat more and more vegetables. So Melonhead and his pals come up with a genius idea to get out of eating his mom's vegalicious meals, all the while convincing her that they actually love them. But the genius idea leads to totally unexpected and stinky results!
The Horrible Day
“Are you excited, Sport?” my dad asked.
“Nervous?” my mom said. “Anxious?”
“Ready to be a fifth grader?” my dad asked.
“I’d rather be stuck in quicksand with chirping crickets stuck in both ears,” I said.
My mom yelped, “How would crickets get in your ears?”
“By jumping,” I said.
“Adam, don’t ever let crickets jump into your ears,” my mom said. “I mean it.”
My dad poured her coffee.
“Only half a cup,” she said. “I’ll have more at the Second Annual First-Day-of-School All-You-Can-Eat Eggstravaganza.”
“I can’t believe they sprung Ms. Madison on us,” I said. “With a one-day warning.”
“Life changes, Sport,” my dad said. “We adjust.”
“Lucy Rose says the principal should not have let Mrs. George retire,” I told them. “Especially since Jonique has been waiting her whole life to be in Mrs. George’s class. Ms. Madison should stay in middle school where she belongs. You can’t just walk into a classroom and take over.”
“You can if the principal hires you to teach fifth grade,” my dad said.
“Young teachers are fun teachers,” my mom said. “The letter said we’re lucky to get her.”
“Kids call her Bad Ms. Mad,” I said.
“I’m sure that’s a friendly nickname, just like Melonhead,” my mom said. “Your friends don’t think you have a melon for a head.”
“Melonhead is an honor for our last name,” I said. “It’s a compliment. Bad Ms. Mad is the truth. People do think I have a head like a melon. Pop said I have the roundest head he’s ever seen on a ten-year-old boy.”
Pop’s the inventor of the Eggstravaganza and also my old friend. His wife, Madam, is too, only she’s not as old. Their granddaughter, Lucy Rose, is my same-age friend.
“Pop said your head was too round?” my mom said.
“Betty,” my dad said. “Adam has a fine head. We Melons are proud of our heads.”
“Pop said I need the extra brain space,” I said.
“That’s true,” my mom said. “You are exceptionally smart. Pop is right.”
“Exactly,” my dad said. “I read that fifth grade is a time of great growth.”
“For heads?” my mom said.
“For judgment and responsibility,” he said.
“Is that true?” my mom asked.
“It could be,” he told her. “I believe our boy could be the leader of the pack.”
“Do you mean pack like a pack of wolves?” I asked.
My dad laughed and crumpled my new haircut with his hand.
“Daddy meant pack like a pack of gum,” my mom said. “Quiet, contained, and just like the other gum in your class.”
“I should be gumlike?” I asked.
“Just don’t be wolflike,” she said. “I don’t enjoy getting calls from Mr. Pitt.”
“They’re worse for the person he’s calling about,” I said.
“Well, I hope Daddy’s right. You are my Darling Boy, but a dose of judgment would help me worry less. I’ve barely slept since the Great Glue Incident.”
“The GGI was one hundred percent accident,” I said. “It could happen to anybody with hair.”
“Let’s not replay yesterday,” my dad said. “Our boy learns from his mistakes, don’t you, Sport?”
“It is amazing how much I’ve learned,” I said.
Sometimes my dad laughs for no reason.
My mom unzipped a plastic bag. “Carrots, celery, or both?” my mom asked. “For lunch.”
“None of the above,” I said.
“Dr. Stroud said you need more vegetables.”
“He said I need more green, yellow, and red in my diet,” I told her. “I’m already doing it. By drinking more Gatorade.”
“Dr. Stroud meant red, green, and yellow vegetables,” my mom said. “Starting today you’ll be eating more of them.”
I made my famous throwing-up sound.
“I told Dr. Stroud that was our New School Year’s resolution,” she said. “And we’re sticking to it.”
If I hadn’t been in such a rush to get to the Eggstravaganza, my brain alarm would have gone off.
Excerpted from Melonhead and the Vegalicious Disaster by Katy Kelly; illustrated by Gillian Johnson. Copyright © 2012 by Katy Kelly. Excerpted by permission of Yearling, a division of Random House LLC. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
About Katy Kelly
What made you want to write?
I come from a family of storytellers. My parents are both writers. Our dinner table has always been where the events of the day are reported with great hilarity or drama, sometimes both at once. That taught us about pacing, delivery, what works and what doesn't. We read a lot. Possibly because we had no TV.
So dinner was a long series of teachable moments?
We didn't know we were learning and my parents didn't know they were teaching. It was just dinner. My siblings and I were brought up to value original thinking, honorable behavior, laughter, and books. Our passions were taken seriously. They didn't dwell on our shortcomings–math, science, Latin. We were never described as aspiring. Michael was a writer, Meg an actress, Nell a scientist. I was an artist. Our titles expanded as our interests grew. Ultimately, three out of the four of us became writers. My parents became the models for Lucy Rose's grandparents, Madam and Pop.
How did you get into writing professionally?
I was working as an illustrator and walking the floors with our darling, relentlessly colicky baby when a friend called to ask if I would like a two-day-a-week job doing basic research and phone answering at People magazine. I would have done it for free.
I started covering parties for People and graduated to bigger stories. Six years and another baby later, I was hired as a feature writer for USA Today's Life section. Reporting taught me to write fast and to be frugal with words, and it let me ask questions that would be rude under any other circumstances. I spent time in Hollywood with movie stars, in Washington with the president, and in Mississippi with people who lived in houses that rented for $60 a month. No plumbing, no electricity, one good wind from toppling over. I learned to listen to what people were (and weren' t) saying, to understand what they cherished and what they feared. I can't imagine that I could write good fiction without having reported on so many real lives.
Where do you get your ideas?
In schools, on the subway, in the market. Something happens and it triggers an idea. My first book, Lucy Rose: Here's the Thing About Me, came about when, one night at family dinner, my mom said about her dog, "Poppy has been so much better since I've been telling her where I'm going and what time I'll be back." That struck me as hilarious. After they left, I typed the words: "My grandmother thinks her dog can tell time." The story took off from there. Until my mom said that I hadn't thought about writing a children's book. I tell aspiring writers to eavesdrop. It's a great way to get ideas and to get a sense of how people really talk. When you have something, write it down as soon as you can.
How do you write?
I follow the advice of that old Nike ad: Just Do It. Lots of people think about writing a book but say, "I don't have time," or "I'm waiting for inspiration," or "I want to get it worked out in my head first." If you want to write, carve out the time. If you write a page a day in a year you'll have the first draft of a novel.
What are the biggest writing mistakes people make?
Thinking bigger words are better words, becoming wedded to every word so they can't bear to throw anything out. Many writers repeat themselves. Say it once. Readers are smart. They remember.
How do you sharpen your work?
What works best for me is to write a bit, edit, make changes, write some more, and repeat from the beginning. When I finish a piece, I go through it once just to find and banish clichés. Then I run a search for the words very and really. They take up space and almost never help the writing. I read my work out loud. That is the surest, quickest way to tell if the voices ring true or the writing is lumpy.
Who are you favorite writers?
I have many. Katharine Patterson, Judy Blume, Lois Lowery, Dick King-Smith, P. G. Wodehouse, Ian Falconer, S. E. Hinton, Harper Lee, Daniel Wallace.
Your favorite book?
I can't pick a favorite. But I am in awe of Ernest Hemingway's six word short story: "For sale: Baby shoes, never worn."
Do you start with an outline?
No. But I do make a list of five or six things that are going to happen. Sometimes I change my mind, but the list gives me some direction.
Are Washington, D.C., and Capitol Hill like they are in the Lucy Rose and Melonhead books?
The neighborhood has been gentrified, but it is still full of families and dogs and shops and adventures. (Almost all of the places in the book are real.) When we were young, my brother and sisters and I spent our days roaming around the Capitol, playing pick-up soccer on the Library of Congress lawn and dropping in on the Smithsonian museums. We regularly climbed the 897 steps to the top of the Washington Monument and took so many tours of the FBI that the guides recognized us. When my dad was a young reporter, he used to meet Harry Truman at Union (train) Station and they' d do the interview while they walked. Washington is less free-wheeling now. Security is tighter, kids can't tour the FBI without an adult, you have to go through your Congressperson to get a White House ticket, and you have to take the elevator to the top of the Washington Monument.
Your family has lived on the same block of Constitution Avenue for generations.
It's been a good place to chart change. My dad was born at home in 1923. One of his earliest memories is seeing the KKK march past the house in 1925. He was two years old. In August 1963, when I was seven, thousands of people in the March on Washington walked the same route to hear Dr. King deliver his "I Have a Dream" speech. My mom was days away from having my sister Nell, and her obstetrician wouldn't allow her to walk that far. Instead she, my brother Michael, my sister Meg, and I passed out free lemonade and cookies all day. (My dad was reporting on the March for the Washington Daily News.) In January 2009 all of us, including my eight-year-old nephew watched hundreds of thousands of people walk past the house on the way to see President Obama get inaugurated.
Out of four Kelly kids, three became writers. What do they do?
My sister Meg is a screenwriter. For years she wrote for soap operas. Until recently she was the co-headwriter for Days of Our Lives.
My brother Michael reported for the New York Times, the New Yorker and the National Journal. He was a syndicated columnist, the author of Martyr's Day and the editor of the Atlantic Monthly. It is the great heartbreak of our lives that Michael was killed while reporting on the first days of the war in Iraq in 2003.
My sister Nell has the most important job in the family. She teaches kindergarten and first grade.
What do you tell kids who want to be writers?
Do it! I've met a lot of artists and singers and writers who were going to college to study business or teaching or dental hygiene. People, often parents, have convinced them that their passion is too risky for real life. Pursue the practical, they say, you can always sing in the church choir, paint on the side, write in your off-hours. Though said with love, this is lousy advice. Passions almost always stem from talent. And when you're talented and work hard, you get jobs.
How did you get your book published?
After I finished, I sent it to four agents. I have still not heard back from them. It was my great good fortune to have a friend who passed my manuscript on to his editor. That said, I do believe good books get published, just not as fast as one hopes.
What can a children's book writer do to find a publisher?
Join the Society of Children's Book Writers and Illustrators. They have groups all over the country. Go to their workshops. Make contacts. Have faith.
Fun facts about Katy Kelly:
She has two children, Emily and Marguerite.
She married her college sweetheart. His name is Steve.
She has a dog named Ellie. When Katy was a kid, she had a big, black French Poodle named Gumbo. He appears in the Lucy Rose and Melonhead books.
She lives in Washington, D.C.
She loves visiting schools.
She spends much of her money at bookstores.
She is wild for ice cream and chocolate and especially chocolate ice cream.
She is anti-cauliflower.
She draws and paints.
Her office is in her house. It is pink and green and jazzy.
If she could choose one extra talent, it would be singing.
Her mom, Marguerite Kelly, is the author of The Mother's Almanac.
Madam and Pop are now celebrities in their neighborhood.
About the author
Katy Kelly is the daughter of writers. She and her siblings grew up on Capitol Hill in Washington, D.C., five blocks away from the U.S. Capitol, four from the Senate buildings, and three from the U.S. Supreme Court.
She was a reporter and editor for 20 years before becoming an author.
About Gillian Johnson
Gillian Johnson grew up in Winnipeg. She competed nationally in speed skating, but quit to finish university. She has given swimming lessons in Churchill and was a canoeing instructor in Flin Flon. She’s taught English in Czechoslovakia and high school in Ottawa. Throughout, she has drawn and written. Her first book, Saranohair, was awarded Honorable Mention for the Graphics Prize at the Bologna Children’s Book Fair. My Sister Gracie, published in 2000, was awarded the Alcuin Design Award and has earned fans in Belgium, Australia, New Zealand, Denmark, Iceland and Venezuela. She has collaborated with author Richard Scrimger, providing the illustrations for their books about Baby Bun Bun, which include, most recently, Eugene’s Story. She also illustrated Dennis Lee’s The Cat and the Wizard. Gillian Johnson lives with her husband, writer Nicholas Shakespeare, and their sons in Tasmania and England.