Jacob and Ben were talking in the school cafeteria at lunchtime. “Ben, you remember that kite I made in art class last year?,” Jacob asked. “Best kite in the fifth grade. Everybody knew it. But nobody called me Jacob the Kite-Maker, did they?”
“No, no they didn’t.”
“This summer, when I won that skateboard competition at the YMCA skatepark, did anybody call me Jacob the Skater?”
“I don’t think so,” Ben admitted.
Jacob went on. “And last week, I got the only 100 on that math test. But you didn’t hear anybody calling me Jacob the Mathematician, did you?”
“No, not that I heard.”
“But I eat one lousy booger…”
“No, no they didn’t.”
“This summer, when I won that skateboard competition at the YMCA skatepark, did anybody call me Jacob the Skater?”
“I don’t think so,” Ben admitted.
Jacob went on. “And last week, I got the only 100 on that math test. But you didn’t hear anybody calling me Jacob the Mathematician, did you?”
“No, not that I heard.”
“But I eat one lousy booger…”
