Sunday, March 17th (Lake Havasu)
The next day was a LOT better. In the morning, after everyone was awake my dad baked pancakes with berry sauce and syrup. Unfortunately, someone forgot the whipped cream. My mom forced us down to the pool and even worse into the pool. Horrifying, isn’t it? I’m not even going to talk about my dad and the bottle of suntan lotion. After I swam in the pool I changed and sat next to the pool in the shade (so to avoid my father’s wrath) and read. Not much happened for the rest of the day, other than my family ditched me and went out for a bike ride without me, leaving me behind to watch the hotel room. This is a true sign of love; I stay behind while they goof off.
By Ethan.
The next day was a LOT better. In the morning, after everyone was awake my dad baked pancakes with berry sauce and syrup. Unfortunately, someone forgot the whipped cream. My mom forced us down to the pool and even worse into the pool. Horrifying, isn’t it? I’m not even going to talk about my dad and the bottle of suntan lotion. After I swam in the pool I changed and sat next to the pool in the shade (so to avoid my father’s wrath) and read. Not much happened for the rest of the day, other than my family ditched me and went out for a bike ride without me, leaving me behind to watch the hotel room. This is a true sign of love; I stay behind while they goof off.
By Ethan.
The joys of being the second eldest!lol!Cindy
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