Drew is beside me, Max is in front of me and Clint is across the aisle. It's the closest we've been since this adventure started. We all are reading.
Max: "I like this word combo. Here, look..." and he shoves his book through the crack in the seats to show Clint.
I just smile.
A little while later, Clint, who is reading Moby Dick from a leather bound 1926 edition I bought for him from the used book store says: "This is a great sentence. I love it when a book has great sentences."
They are SO my children.