I was sitting in the kitch-en, scratching a large bug bite on my leg, when Nan came in.

“I just spoke with Jack,” she said. “He made us an off er”

“What sort of offer?”

“He offered to take us camping with him and Max.”

“Who is Max?”
“Max is nine, like you. Jack is his grand-dad.”
“What would we do?” I asked.

“Well, we would hike, look at rocks, cook lunch and dinn-er outside, look at the stars, and sleep in a tent.”

“Gee,” I said, “that sounds like fun! When can we start?”

“Tomorrow morning!” Nan said.