I pulled out the wad of papers from Eldest's backpack and began going through them. The permission slip caught my attention. On the back was printed an !enthusiastic! flyer about the CHEER CAMP!! YAY TEAM! RAH!
Blah blah cheers yadda yadda spirit ha ha jumps something about stunts, forty dollars for a one-day ‘introduction to spirit squadery’ (all day, on a Saturday), and GO TEAM!!!
“Hey Eldest,” I called out. “You interested in this cheerleading thing?”
“Oh, that? Not really. Actually? I’m an author.”
Oh, I see. Alrighty then.
Thank you GOD.