Memoirs of a Weird Preteen: Really, Daddy?

By J M Nunez

Do you think youre weird? Do you think your family is weird? At times we and they might be, but is that a bad thing? Sometimes it can be funny and maybe even bring a family closer together.

In his book, Memoirs of a Weird Preteen: Really, Daddy? author J. M. Nunez shares stories about his weird family. Many of you may relate to why his family isnt invited to big family events, including Thanksgiving. After all, many of us have that relative. Convincing his sister Anabella to stop sucking her thumb proves to be a challenge to his mother. Peanut butter might not have been a good choice after all. But it is funny!

These and other stories in Memoirs of a Weird Preteen: Really, Daddy? may prove the family is weird. What it definitely shows, however, is a family that loves each other very much. Although written for children, its an entertaining read for adults as well.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Jun 22, 2016
• ISBN: 9781491796962

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Memoir of a Weird Preteen

Really, Daddy?

M y parents are always complaining about how difficult it is to be a parent in this day and age. They complain about work, household chores, and even the weather. It seems like they don’t know what the most difficult thing in the whole planet is: being a preteen.

Some of the struggles include the pressure at school to do schoolwork, the bullies, the girls, and, most importantly, the fact that preteens have no identity. We are right in the middle between childhood and young adulthood. We are given power to do lots of things but only if accompanied by a chaperone, which makes us free without freedom. This is not cool!

To make things worse, my family is weird—I mean very weird—and the funny part about this is that they make me feel like I am the weird one. Really, guys, really?

Some of the worst things about being a preteen are home related. First, I have to put up with my father’s jokes—he really thinks he is funny. All my friends call him corny man. Like yesterday, for example, when he got home from work, he told me, Hey, JM, move away from the radio; I don’t want you to get any radioation. Get it?

Oh wow, I said. Really, Daddy, really? He is always trying to get a laugh out of me, and I confess that most of the time he gets it but not exactly because his jokes are funny.

While watching the Miss Universe beauty pageant not too long ago, he asked me, JM, which miss gets in trouble the most?

I don’t know, Daddy, I replied.

Miss Behaved, he said. Get it?

I facepalm as a symbol of awkwardness.

I can’t believe I have to go through this as part of my childhood. I wonder if this is normal, but even more, I wonder why I love him so much. I mean, don’t get me wrong; I do know why I love my dad.

My father is a very nice man, and he’s sweet to my sisters, Gladisel and Anabella, and to myself. He is also a very spiritual man—too spiritual, if you know what I mean—but if you don’t know, I’ll tell you. God actually talks to him and tells him things, and I mean God tells him everything. Sometimes I’m scared to even fart at school, thinking that my father could call and tell my teacher that God told him it was me. Really, God, really?

But it doesn’t stop there.

Recently I went on a playdate with my friend Efrain. His mom bakes the best chocolate cookies ever. As we walked through the kitchen, Efrain decided to steal some of the cookies that were sitting high up on top of one of the kitchen cabinets. Being so small and skinny, Efrain had to put a chair on top of the table to get to the cookies.

No, Efrain,