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.
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. -ENG- Camp With Mom and My Annoying Friend Who ...
Leo has been my best friend since kindergarten, but “best friend” is often synonymous with “chief source of irritation.” My mom, being the saint she is, had invited him along because his parents were busy moving. So there I was, sandwiched between a cooler and a sleeping bag, listening to Leo narrate his entire mobile game strategy while we drove toward the wilderness. The Arrival: Chaos in the Pines As we packed up the car the next
My mom has a six-pack of patience; I’m still working on mine. Mom shared stories about her own childhood camping
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.