Excerpt

Whenever Zach doffed undies on his head and ran around our house as “Underwear Man,” he always emitted a fierce battle cry that went like this: WHAM! BAM! POW! It was an apt phrase that in all its glorious brevity let you know that chaos existed everywhere. Zach’s fierce, spastic jujitsu punches broadcast how seriously his battle cry should be taken. So, the best description of the weeks following winter break was WHAM! BAM! POW! Because three events occurred in rapid succession that confirmed what Underwear Man already knew: that no one was safe anywhere, let alone at B-C.