A P.S. to Mac's Essay

I should've noted that in the heat of battle this afternoon, Mac noted that I was being so mean and unfair after he'd just written this nice essay about me this very day at school. He didn't say it, but I knew he was thinking he'd made a big mistake in choosing me as the subject of his essay.  

So after a lot screaming and carrying on and unbelievably dramatic histrionics, he finally calmed down and asked me if we could just forget the previous hour had ever happened. Then he hugged me and acted like nothing had ever happened.  We've had a perfect evening since.  

It was our own Christmas miracle right here on Nelson Street.