By sunset, my ex-husband’s girlfriend had confiscated my air mattress, rejected three chairs, and accused a crow of stalking her. My 10-year-old son never complained. He simply opened a tiny blue notebook, added another line, and tucked it away before anyone could see what he was writing.
“Nobody move!”
Vanessa’s scream ripped across the campground so sharply that Mark dropped a hot dog into the fire.
Every adult froze.
Vanessa’s scream ripped across the campground.
Three children stopped mid-marshmallow.
Ethan slowly lowered his fishing pole.
Vanessa stood beside the picnic table, pointing at her cream designer purse.
A beetle crawled across the strap.
“Ewww! It’s on my bag!”
A beetle crawled across the strap.
Mark hurried over.
“It’s just a beetle, Van.”
“Just a beetle?”
She backed away so fast that one of her stilettos sank into the mud.
The beetle continued walking, apparently unimpressed by luxury leather.
“It’s just a beetle, Van.”
Ethan studied it.
“I think he’s checking the price tag!”
His friend Leo snorted lemonade through his nose.
I turned toward the cooler so Vanessa would not see me laugh.
Mark brushed the beetle away, rescued the purse, and handed it back like a firefighter returning a baby after a successful evacuation.
“I think he’s checking the price tag!”
Vanessa inspected every inch.
“I cannot believe bugs are allowed THIS close to people.”
Ethan reached into his backpack.
Out came the little blue notebook.
He wrote one line. Then he closed it.
That was the first time I wondered whether my son’s dream birthday was becoming something else.
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