The safari truck rumbles over a dirt road, bouncing enough that Megan lets out a delighted squeal every time we hit a bump. Caden’s got her sitting on his lap, arms wrapped around her tiny frame like she might fall out the second he blinks. James is beside me, wide-eyed, clinging to the open window bar and pointing wildly at every blur of movement in the bush.
“Did you see that?! That was a lion!” he gasps, eyes nearly bugging out of his head.
“That was a rock, baby,” I say gently, smiling. “But we’ll see one soon.”
He slumps a little but keeps watching, determined.
Ten minutes later, we do see one—lounging lazily beneath a tree, golden fur shining in the sun.
“OH MY GOSH!” James screeches. “Mum said they don’t even come out during the day!”
Caden snorts. “Guess he heard you were com
