Page 50 of The Single Dad's Guide to Recreation

The mayor signed up Trede and CPR for a conference this weekend and I tried to send your boss and mine but yours wouldn’t go with mine and now mine says he won’t go if she’s not going

I have to read the sentence a couple times before I realize it could actually be good news.

Me

So who *is* going?

Josh

I have to go. Which means we can’t get away. I’m so sorry.

Me

Funny thing

MY boss is making ME go

Josh

WHAT

Me

So it looks like we *are* getting a weekend away...

Josh

I can’t believe I didn’t think of this

Me

I mean, we will have to work

Josh

Only some of the time

Me

Hmmm. What will we do with the time in between workshops…

Josh

Don’t worry. I’ve got ideas.

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JOSH

Even though we’re going to be on the clock much of the weekend, driving to the retreat center in the Berkshires with Avery feels like skipping school. Especially when she starts reading the list of activities from the retreat center website.

“Zip-lining? Go Karts? Paint by numbers? What is this place?”

“You tell me,” I say. “I didn’t make the arrangements; the mayor did.”

“The mayor.”

When I glance over, Avery’s expression matches her tone: dread. But then her brow relaxes, and she catches her bottom lip between her teeth. “Is that bad?”

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