. Z's class--a third-grader who looks like a fifth grader, nearly as tall as Mrs. Z herself. Because of his size, everyone expects him to play sports or be a tough guy, but that isn't Wyatt's way. He adores his stuffed lizard, Lizzie, and the lively conversations they share. He notices who's having a bad day in class and wonders why boys don't get to play hopscotch, which looks like a very fun game. And he is starting to put words down on paper in a way that might finally express all his thoughts about the world, which are so hard to say out loud.

Wyatt's always known who he's SUPPOSED to be, but not who he is. The answer he discovers just might finally unite the boys and girls at recess--and reveal the zany kid who's been quietly there the whole time, waiting to speak up.