“Do you think you're special, Perry?" he asked seriously.I winced. "A little bit. Maybe more in the Special Olympics kind of way." He smiled and turned his eyes to the road. "You are special, kiddo. ...And not entirely in the Special Olympics kind of way.”
“Like Olympic medals and tennis trophies, all they signified was that the owner had done something of no benefit to anyone more capably than everyone else.”
“Do you think you’re special, Perry?” he asked seriously.I winced. “A little bit. Maybe more in the Special Olympics kind of way.”
“His intensity added that extra special something - sort of like the special sauce on a Big Mac - to the OMG factor.”
“Just once, I would like there to be something special about being the kid stuck in the middle.”