The week peaked at the mall's grand opening. Greg had convinced Rowley to wear a "sophisticated" suit Greg found in the back of his dad's closet, which turned out to be an old prom tux from the 80s with ruffled sleeves. When Rowley went to cut the ribbon, the ruffles got caught in the giant scissors, triggering a chain reaction that knocked over a three-tier yogurt fountain.
By the end of the day, Greg was covered in blueberry tart froyo, Rowley was still smiling because he got a balloon, and Greg was grounded for "mishandling family heirlooms" (the tux). He sat at his desk, picked up his pen, and wrote: “I’ve realized that being a manager is a lot of work. Next week, I think I’ll just try to be a professional kite flyer.” El Diario de Greg
Greg Heffley was staring at a blank page in his new journal—not a diary, as he’d tell anyone who asked—wondering how to survive the most "Greg" week of his life. It all started when Rowley Jefferson accidentally became the face of a local yogurt brand after a photo of him with a "dairy mustache" went viral. The week peaked at the mall's grand opening
