“Goodnight, my little troublemaker.”
“Goodnight, Mommy. Good luck tomorrow!”
I turned out the light, smiling. Tomorrow would be interesting.
The next morning, I dressed in my favorite navy-blue pantsuit, brewed strong coffee, and checked my messages. Three were waiting, all related to my ten o’clock meeting. I answered a couple of questions and checked the time.
Megan sat at the kitchen table eating cereal, two oversized toy rings gleaming on her fingers.
“Mommy, you’re going to be late!”
“Actually, sweetheart, I’m right on schedule.”
She gave my outfit a thoughtful once-over.
“Are you going to tell everyone at work about the airplane?” TrackFlights
“Absolutely not.”
“Why?”
“Some stories are better left at thirty thousand feet.”
Megan shook her head disapprovingly.
“I think everybody should know about the Barbie feet.”
I smiled at her persistence.
“Maybe someday. Now finish your cereal.”
“Can I tell Grandma?”
“Please don’t.”
Her grin suggested Grandma would know by lunchtime.
