“What’s wrong?” I call back to Brenna. The others are out of sight, ahead. Brenna is stopped, frowning. She doesn’t answer right away but I see it has to do with a contraption she’s trying to keep together for the Little Ponies she’s brought along.
“It won’t stay in its bed,” she finally explains, clutching some tissues and yarn.
“Hmm, I think it will be tough to keep that together,” I observe.
I remember well bringing Legos and Matchbox cars for family walks or camping. Getting to play with them in a different environment seemed pretty special.