“Mommy, you’re going to be late!”
“Actually, sweetheart, I’m right on schedule.”
She gave my outfit a thoughtful once-over.
“Are you going to tell everyone at work about the airplane?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Why?”
“Some stories are better left at thirty thousand feet.”
Megan shook her head disapprovingly.
“I think everybody should know about the Barbie feet.”
I smiled at her persistence.
“Maybe someday. Now finish your cereal.”
“Can I tell Grandma?”
“Please don’t.”
Her grin suggested Grandma would know by lunchtime.
After taking Megan to school, I drove to my office. The receptionist welcomed me as I stepped inside.
“Good morning! Everyone’s gathering upstairs.”
“Perfect. Thank you.”
I was ten minutes early. Near the conference room, someone was telling a story.
“You should’ve seen this crazy woman! Completely ruined my flight!”
