Page 30 of Every Little Kiss
“My boys want to skip it this year to go to the carnival in Carson City. They can’t stop talking about the fire truck–shaped bounce house with shooting water hoses. But that drive with three little ones?” Lara shivered. “I’d rather give birth to the twins again.”
“And she’s talking natural birthing,” Kimberly added.
Liv pulled out her cell, swiped to her notebook, and started a fresh list. “What would get your boys excited to go to Wagon Days?”
Kimberly looked at the other ladies and then let out an excited breath. “Fire.”
Liv choked. “What?”
“Every year, on the weekend before school starts, we set up a huge tent on the lake so the kids can all play together one last time—you know, cement the summer bonds to make the first day less intimidating.”
“That’s a great idea,” Liv said, thinking about last year’s epic fail with preschool and how different it would have been if he’d had a buddy or two to walk into class with.
“Our moms did this for us, and we’ve kept up the tradition,” Lara said. “We barbeque, do crafts, play in the lake, and then Harris does an evening bonfire.”
“Don’t make me sound like such a bro. I’m an expert at bead jewelry and bring a gourmet s’mores bar for the adults,” Harris added.
“We’ve been trying to get something like this done on a bigger scale for Wagon Days,” Kimberly said. “Maybe a make-your-own-superhero-cape booth or some kind of bounce house or maze.”
“Bounce house and craft booth,” Liv said as she jotted it down. “Would you guys be interested in helping run the booth?”
The women all shared an excited look.
“Olivia,” Kimberly began, “you just tell us what you need and where you need it, and we will make it happen.”
“Okay, then, why don’t you start putting together your ideas.” And then before she gave in to the urge to hide back in her car, she stuck out her hand. “And by the way, my friends call me Liv.”
