How come nobody ever calls me my mothers girl? thinks Ramona. How come Willa Jean gets to tear through a box of tissues make a dreadful mess disrupt Mrs. Quimbys brunch and still be the center of attention–and her grandmothers pet?
When Ramona finally has her mother to herself her plan to make slakcs for her stuffed elephant goes all wrong and Ramona is not pleased. When Ramona satisfies a lifelong urge to squeeze all the toothpaste out of a new economy-sized tube Mother is not pleased. All Ramona really wants is to twitch her nose and be her mothers little rabbit warm and snug and loved like all the bears and bunnies in the books her mother used to read her at bedtime. Ramona may not be as small as Willa Jean anymore but that doesnt mean she isnt her mothers girl!
