You haven’t seen anything yet!
Fudge put the worm on his arm and let it crawl up to his shoulder. “See . . . isn’t he cute? I’m going to call him Willy. Willy Worm. And he’ll be my very own pet. I’m going to sleep with him, and he can eat next to me at the table, and he’ll take a bath with me. . . .”
“Fudge!”
“Yes, Mommy?”
“I told you, I don’t ever want to see that worm again. And you may not bring him into the house. And you may not hold him that close to Tootsie. Do you understand this time?”
“You really don’t like worms?” Fudge said.
“That’s right,” Mom said. “I really don’t.”
“Why not?” Fudge asked.
“It’s nothing I can explain.” Mom went back to weeding the garden. Fudge followed her.
“Is your family always like that?” Alex asked.
“You haven’t seen anything yet!” I told him.
“ Superfudge is a genuinely funny story . . . dealing with the kinks and knots of modern family life. . . . Its various scenes are as pure as the youngsters who animate them.” — The New York Times
“This is Judy Blume at her best—funny, contemporary, with just the right pace and sound of how children talk to each other . . . a winner. . . .”— The San Diego Union
“. . . a hilarious fast-paced story . . .”— The St. Petersburg Times