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She helped them onto the stools so they could reach the bowls. There were excited about the options, but we couldn’t get them to try more than the cheese and pepperoni.
“All these toppings and you choose pepperoni,” I sighed.
While we waited for the pizzas to cook, the kids pulled us out to the tent, where they’d set up several board games. We got outSorry,which was perfect for playing with four people.
When the pizza was done, I cut both and brought them to the tent, where we ate. I wasn’t sure how Brooke felt about it, but the kids loved it. Making their own food and eating on the floor. The only thing better was—
“Can we do s’mores now?” Hunter asked.
I stood up as much as I could in the five-person tent and brushed off my pants. “Let me clean this up, and I’ll get it started.”
It was dark, and the temperature had dropped slightly.
“Why don’t you start the movie, and I’ll get things cleaned up,” Brooke offered, taking the plates from me.
“Good idea.” The lightning bugs were already visible and had drawn the kids out to the yard. Cammie had several mason jars on the porch to catch them. I rarely let her stay up that late, so it was a nice treat.
While they ran around the yard, attempting to trap the bugs in the jars, I got the projector set up. The camp chairs were already set up in front of the screen.
Brooke returned with plates, chocolate bars, graham crackers, and a bag of marshmallows. “What are we watching?”
Everything about the night felt comfortable. Almost like we were family. “I thought we’d go with a classic—The Sandlot.”
Brooke tipped her head to the side. “I haven’t seen that one, and I don’t think Hunter’s watched it yet.”
“Cammie either. Plus, it’s about baseball. They should like it.”
Brooke arranged the food and skewers by the fire pit I’d brought out earlier. Then I started the fire and called the kids over. It took a few moments to get them set up with marshmallows on their skewers, and there was a little squabbling over the best way to cook a marshmallow—slightly brown, charred, or not at all.
Turned out that Hunter liked it charred, and Cammie preferred hers slightly brown. Brooke helped them put the s’mores together and sit in front of the screen while I pushed play.
“I thought we were watchingToy Story,” Cammie said with a frown.
“Trust me. You’re going to love this.”
“If you say so,” Cammie said.
I’d thought about starting withThe Sandlot, butThe Sandlot 2had softball players, which I thought Cammie would appreciate.
The kids sat on the camp chairs in front of the screen, and I sat next to Brooke on a blanket I’d brought out.
Predictably, there was trash talk during the scene where the girl pitcher struck out the boy.
“You rethinking playing baseball?” I asked Cammie.
Her nose scrunched. “No way. I don’t like the way the girls pitch underhanded.”
It was great that baseball was an option for her age, but when she got older, she’d probably have to move over to softball. Ever since I read her the story about the female baseball pitcher, Jackie Mitchell, Cammie had asked me to find more on the history of women in baseball.
“Thank you for doing this. Hunter’s having fun.” Brooke leaned back on her hands, her hair falling behind her.
“It is fun.”
“What are you thinking about?”
I looked over to find Brooke studying me. “How happy I am we moved here. We have my parents. I get to spend more time with Cammie. We’ve found good friends.”
She arched a brow and swiped a hand at me. “Friends?”
