The Adventures of Bug and Cheese
“Tell me again why we can’t go with you.” Bug threw himself on to the bed in the middle of his father’s clean laundry making himself as big an obstacle as possible. He knew his parents were packing for a trip and he just wanted to make their work that much harder by just being a kid.
“You guys can’t go,” sighed Bug’s father as he pulled a now wrinkled dress shirt from beneath the boy, “because we only have two plane tickets and two cruise tickets.”
Bug knew exactly why he and his brother weren’t going on this trip. The Caribbean cruise was to be like a second honeymoon for his folks. This meant no kids. “Okay, I get that, but why do we have to go to Grandma Annie and Grandpa Lee’s house? We could just stay here and Gammy Ann could check in on us from time to time.”
Dad gave Bug an odd, raised eyebrow look. “You are ten and your brother is seven. You barely know how to use the microwave to make instant oatmeal. What would you eat?”
“If you leave us money, we can order pizza.”
Dad barked a loud laugh. “Right. Two weeks of cheese pizza, morning, noon and night. Your Mom and I would be in prison before the first delivery guy hit the front door!”
Bug sighed dramatically and began sorting through the suitcase, totally destroying his father’s progress. “I just don’t know what we’ll do for two whole weeks.”
“You know you love staying with Grandma and Grandpa. You guys have a great time playing in the woods, fishing in the stream and helping out around the farm,” he said as he rolled a pair of socks into a tight ball and dropped them into the big suitcase.
“But you’re gonna be gone two whole weeks!” whined Bug. He wasn’t really all that upset about spending time with his grandparents, he just enjoyed seeing the vein in his Dad’s forehead start turning purple when he was being a pest.
“Listen, why don’t you go help your brother pack if you’re finished? I’m sure your Mother would love to have the help.”