We went through an entire bag of marshmallows. Leo burned every single one of his until they were charred black husks. "It’s the smoky flavor," he insisted, charcoal smeared across his cheek.
As we packed up the car the next morning, my legs were sore and my phone was dead, but my heart felt lighter. I realized that the "annoying" parts of people are often just the parts that are the most alive.
My mom stayed a few paces behind us, taking photos of wildflowers and letting us bicker. Every time I felt my blood pressure rising, she’d point out a hawk circling overhead or hand me a piece of jerky. She has this way of grounding the situation, making Leo’s antics seem less like a nuisance and more like a comedy show. The Incident at the Lake -ENG- Camp With Mom and My Annoying Friend Who ...
After the initial chaos, we all sat on the shore. Mom shared stories about her own childhood camping trips, many of which involved her being just as "annoying" as Leo.
The summer sun was relentless, baking the asphalt as we loaded the last of the gear into the trunk of my mom’s SUV. I had been looking forward to this camping trip for weeks—a chance to escape the city, breathe some mountain air, and spend some quality time with my mom. But there was a catch. One very loud, very energetic, and very persistent catch named Leo. We went through an entire bag of marshmallows
While my mom calmly set up the "Command Center" (her name for the dining fly), Leo and I were tasked with the tent. Now, I’ve pitched a tent dozens of times. Leo, on the other hand, treated the fiberglass poles like they were alien technology.
I had to jump in to help him get his footing, forgetting that my phone was still in my pocket. (RIP, electronics). As we packed up the car the next
That night, we gathered around the fire. The smell of woodsmoke filled the air, and the stars were so bright they looked like spilled salt on a black tablecloth.
Even when they’re poking you with tent poles.