“I’m like a nature spirit with magic. I can communicate with nature.”
“Like trees?”
“Sort of.”
“Can you turn into a tree?”
“No.”
“Okay, but can you talk to trees?”
“Sometimes.”
“Do trees talk back?”
“Sometimes.”
His mouth drops open. He whips toward me.
“Mommy! Did you know trees can talk?”
I take a sip of tea.
“I do now.”
He turns immediately to Justin.
“Can you breathe fire?”
“Yes.”
“Can I see?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because we're sitting at a wooden table in the middle of a forest.”
I bite my lip.
Okay. Fair answer.
“After?”
“No.”
“Tomorrow?”
“No.”
“Uncle Sparky—”
Justin closes his eyes. Rowan chokes on his beer. Wreck starts laughing. Gia covers her mouth.
I lose it right along with them.
“You told him to call me that,” Justin accuses Rowan.