The car rolled deeper into the forest.
Skylar, however, had no intention of staying quiet about it. He continued to explain—
"Dad, Aunty, look... that tree looks like a dinosaur, right? I think I saw a rabbit. Or a very fast rock. But probably a rabbit."
Sienna smiled, glancing between father and son.
Skylar had fully committed to his role as a tour guide, with a bright voice, questionable facts, and unshakable confidence.
Zachary kept his eyes on the road, hands steady on the wheel. But there it was, that small, almost unnoticeable smile that appeared every time Skylar got excited.
Eventually, the car slowed and came to a stop in a wide meadow, the kind that seemed designed to stun people into silence.
Before anyone could say a word, Skylar was already pointing.
"Daddy, we will picnic under that tree..." he declared, halfway out the door, his backpack bouncing behind him.
