The hour-long trip, which grandpa and I did at a brisk pace, took about two hours. By the time we arrived, after having stopped to observe every pretty rock, feather, spiderweb, and branch, the boys were hungry, so I had to unpack the bags. The first aid kit was quite useful -- as well as the dry socks. Seriously, how did they manage to get so many injuries and get their feet so wet? There weren't even that many puddles on the way.
After feeding them, we sat on the blankets, trying to explain to them what to do. I mostly let grandpa do the explaining, just observing them for a change. I was quietly slacking off, letting him do all the work. It feels good not to be the one responsible."So, if I learn magic, will I be like Tommy's dad? Tommy says I could never be like him." I heard Mikey sa
