The sad thing was, he probably would be amused.

"We could call him!" Kennedy suggested. No, Kennedy. Bad idea.

...which she at least realized, because her face fell. "But he's probably busy now, and he'll get mad if I call," she concluded, sticking her lower lip out. "So we'll have to write a letter, but it means we'll have to wait."

Waiting was clearly some adult's mean invention to make kids suffer.