Матильда
The Hat and the Superglue
"Thefingergotstuckinsidehisnose,"Matildasaid,"andhehadtogoaroundlikethatforaweek.Peoplekeptsayingtohim,’Stoppickingyournose,’andhecouldn’tdoanythingaboutit.Helookedanawfulfool."
"Servehimright,"Mrs.Wormwoodsaid."Heshouldn’thaveputhisfingerupthereinthefirstplace.It’sanastyhabit.IfallchildrenhadSuperglueputontheirfingersthey’dsoonstopdoingit."
Matildasaid,"Grown-upsdoittoo,mummy.Isawyoudoingityesterdayinthekitchen."
"That’squiteenoughfromyou,"Mrs.Wormwoodsaid,turningpink.
Mr.Wormwoodhadtokeephishatonallthroughsupperinfrontofthetelevision.Helookedridiculousandhestayedverysilent.
Whenhewentuptobedhetriedagaintogetthethingoff,andsodidhiswife,butitwouldn’tbudge."HowamIgoingtohavemyshower?"hedemanded.
"You’lljusthavetodowithoutit,won’tyou,"hiswifetoldhim.Andlateron,asshewatchedherskinnylittlehusbandskulkingaroundthebedroominhispurple-stripedpyjamaswithapork-piehatonhishead,shethoughthowstupidhelooked.Hardlythekindofmanawifedreamsabout,shetoldherself.
Mr.Wormwooddiscoveredthattheworstthingabouthavingapermanenthatonhisheadwashavingtosleepinit.
Itwasimpossibletoliecomfortablyonthepillow."Nowdostopfussingaround,"hiswifesaidtohimafterhehadbeentossingandturningforaboutanhour."Iexpectitwillbeloosebythemorningandthenit’llslipoffeasily."
