Leo has been my best friend since kindergarten, but “best friend” is often synonymous with “chief source of irritation.” My mom, being the saint she is, had invited him along because his parents were busy moving. So there I was, sandwiched between a cooler and a sleeping bag, listening to Leo narrate his entire mobile game strategy while we drove toward the wilderness. The Arrival: Chaos in the Pines
We went through an entire bag of marshmallows. Leo burned every single one of his until they were charred black husks. "It’s the smoky flavor," he insisted, charcoal smeared across his cheek. -ENG- Camp With Mom and My Annoying Friend Who ...
The summer sun was relentless, baking the asphalt as we loaded the last of the gear into the trunk of my mom’s SUV. I had been looking forward to this camping trip for weeks—a chance to escape the city, breathe some mountain air, and spend some quality time with my mom. But there was a catch. One very loud, very energetic, and very persistent catch named Leo. Leo has been my best friend since kindergarten,
"I think this goes in the little hole thingy," he said, poking a pole toward my eye."Leo, that’s the rainfly. And please stop swinging that." Leo burned every single one of his until
Even when they’re poking you with tent poles.
The next morning, we set out for Eagle’s Peak. The trail was steep, winding through dense thickets of ferns. I wanted to soak in the silence, to hear the birds and the rustle of the wind. Leo, however, wanted to talk about every movie he’d seen in the last three years.
My mom has a six-pack of patience; I’m still working on mine.