So we're getting N all packed up for a short inner-tubing trip down the Loup River. It's thunderstorming outside as we pack the bug spray & sleeping bag. We zip-lock her clothes into freezer bags so she'll have something dry and sand-free to put on after a day on the river. Last, but not least, we equip the flash light with D-sized batteries.
"Here," she says, "we should turn off the lights and see if I can find my way to the bathroom in the dark."
"Good idea."
She stays in the dark bathroom long enough that I put an ear to the open slit of the door. I take it the flash light works just fine. She was telling spooky stories to her reflection in the mirror.
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