While Hamilton attends two baseball clinics in the Kansas City area, I decide to take Liberty to some of our favorite spots on a treasure hunt. She enjoyed our trek to the cemetery with Hamilton this morning, so I’ve grabbed a backpack to hold all the treasures we find, an old county map from Memphis’ junk drawer, and a cooler with bottles of water for our adventure.
“Libby,” I call into the front room where she finished reading a book with Memphis a moment ago, “come here, please.”
“Yes, Mommy?” She cranes her head to the side, wrinkles her nose and scrunches her little forehead, her hands on her hips.
I attempt not to laugh at the sassy way she stands, waiting to hear the reason I’ve summoned her. “We’re going on an adventure,” I state. “Here’s our map and our backpack.”
A smile lights up her face as she claps excitedly. “Na-na, too?”