Every year before school starts my mom and dad take the kids river rafting. Usually they go with my dad's first cousin, Tommy, and their grandkids, too, but Tommy's family wasn't able to go this year. Neither was Holly, because she was gone to Nashville to see her boyfriend.
When my mom and dad picked them up, my dad told me he wasn't going to get wet. I looked at the kids and said, "Did you hear that? Papaw doesn't want to get wet?" Nuff said. I don't think it was long into the trip before he and mom were flat on their back in the raft and the boys had been flipped over the back.
I think they had a great time.
But you know what that means. It's time to go back to school.
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