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Jason Birchall can't wait for Valentine's Day. His parents are going away for the weekend, and Grandma is coming! Jason has big plans. Will he be able to sneak some of his mother's yummy valentine chocolates? Can he trick Grandma into allowing him to change his bedtime?Strange things happen in the Cul-de-sac when Jason pigs out on gooey chocolates and stays up late for a scary show!

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Publié par	Baker Publishing Group
Date de parution	01 août 1995
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781441260673
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	1 Mo

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No Grown-ups Allowed Copyright © 1995 Beverly Lewis
Library of Congress Catalog Card Number 95-23931
Cover illustration by Paul Turnbaugh. Story illustrations by Barbara Birch.
Ebook edition created 2012
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise without the prior written permission of the publisher. The only exception is brief quotations in printed reviews.
Published by Bethany House Publishers 11400 Hampshire Avenue South Bloomington, Minnesota 55438 www.bethanyhouse.com
Bethany House Publishers is a division of Baker Publishing Group, Grand Rapids, Michigan.
eISBN 978-1-4412-6067-3
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data is on file at the Library of Congress, Washington, DC.
This book is dedicated
in loving memory
to
my grandmother,
Zelma Elaine Jones.
(1906-1994)
Her chocolate chip cookies
were the best
in the world,
because she mixed them
with love.
CONTENTS
Cover
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
About the Author
Other Books by Author
Back Cover

ONE
Jason Birchall stared at the valentine box on the kitchen table. He could almost taste the juicy chocolates. Cherry-filled, jelly-filled, coconut . . .
“Jason,” his mother called. “Come here, please.”
He backed away from the heart-shaped box. He didn’t want his mother to know what he was thinking. Snitching thoughts!
“Coming,” Jason answered.
His mother sat on the sofa in the living room. “Let’s talk,” she said.
But Jason’s mind was on something else. He was thinking about ooey gooey chocolates.
“We’re going out of town for Valentine’s Day,” his mother began. “And Grandma Birchall will stay with you from Friday until Sunday.”
Jason whined, “Oh, Mom. A whole weekend with Grandma?”
His mother frowned. “Now, Jason, you know better than that. Your grandma will take good care of you.”
Jason quickly changed the subject. “Can’t I stay up late on Friday night?”
His mother shook her head. “You must get your rest, Jason. It’s important.”
“But, Mom!”
“Jason,” she said firmly. “You will go to bed at your regular time. I don’t want you to be sick.”
Jason nodded, but he didn’t mean it. He was tired of taking pills. He was tired of being an Attention Deficit kid. No junk food and early bedtimes were boring. It was time for a change a big change.
Jason tiptoed to the kitchen. He glanced over his shoulder. Was his mother watching? Could she hear him lift the candy box lid?
The glorious smell greeted his nose. Ah, yes! Jason’s taste buds started to jig. They danced the chocolate twist, followed by the ooey gooey chocolate boogie.
The fantastic smell floating out of the valentine box grabbed Jason. It made him pick out the juiciest mound of chocolate. It made him plop that mound into his mouth.
“Jason Birchall!”
He jumped half out of his skin. Slowly, he turned around. There stood his mother. She glared at him, her hands on her hips.
Jason gulped.
TWO