This is a horrible camping site, she says.
I need real food, she says.
There’s a hole in the air mattress.
I didn’t get any sleep last night.
My back hurts, she says.
I can’t believe how much you and the kids eat hotdogs.
No, I don’t want any s’mores.
I need to wash my hands.
We are never doing this again, she says.
I love you, I say.