Joy
It was the first year that Alex and I were old enough to go to the week-long summer camp with the “big kids” from school. We went over the packing list at least ten times to make sure we had all of the requirements.
“Bathing suit?”
“Check!”
“Bug spray?”
“Check!”
“Flashlight?”
“Check!”
“Extra batteries?”
“Um, no. My dad runs a solar company, Joy. All our flashlights and the camping lantern are solar powered.”
“Oh, right!” I cleared my throat, “Sleeping bags?”
“Check!”
“Stuffed wolf?”
“Thats not on the list!” Alex protested.
“It is now!” I showed him the paper where I had very neatly added Wolfe to my list. “He has to come, I can’t sleep without him.”
“Okay,” Alex conceded. “Anyway, check, he’s in the pile.”
Alex’s Daddy came in and clapped his hands. “Spirko just brough
