This is a horrible camping site, she says.

I need real food, she says.

There’s a hole in the air mattress.

I’m cold.

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.