"Yo, you've been out of it all morning." Noah nudged me as we walked through the TSA checkpoint. "You worried about the flight?"
"No, I remembered my headphones. I'm ready." I gave a small shrug.
Noah patted his backpack behind him. "I'm ready too. All the snacks I could sneak out of the kitchen cabinet without Mom noticing."
"I heard that Noah James." Mom said, just feet away, standing with Grampa and Rhys's mom. "I let you pack that much, expecting you to share. You better not be responsible for eating half of your stash."
Dave reached for the zipper. "What'd you get?"
Noah turned to face him, putting his bag out of reach. "Secret. Besides, we're about to go through security. Wait until we're at the gate."
Dave did wait. At our gate we found six empty seats together, three facing three. Mom, Mrs. Johnson, and Grampa sat down right away. We stood opposite to them as Dave started to go through Noah's backpack.
