Doug and Frank will be home tomorrow. They are in Bailey tonight and will take their time getting home. Frank said this afternoon, “Um Mom, why can’t we come home?” I told him they COULD come home but that Beckett was still very sick and I was hoping that he and Daddy wouldn’t get it too. That satisfied him.
Interestingly, Doug didn’t say a whole lot when I was actually talking to him, but once Frank got on the phone, Doug kept telling him things to tell me. One was that Frank caught a BIG fish today, over a foot long. And then I heard Doug say something, and Frank said, “Dad says he was skunked and I won, whatever that means.” Too funny.
Frank also said the place they were staying tonight was “really weird.” I told him one of the best parts of life as far as I was concerned was remembering those “really weird” places we’ve stayed and remembering to always laugh about how funny it was. I told him to write down everything he saw and thought and we’d write a wild story about it together when he gets home. He thought that was a great idea and immediately wanted to get off the phone to go find all the weirdness he could. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if Frank became a writer? Or loved it as much as I do?
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