“The babies won’t,” Frank said. “Your wife will.”
I pointed upstairs.
“There’s a suitcase waiting for you.”
Trevor returned carrying a bag packed with diapers, formula, bottle brushes, baby clothes, medicine schedules, and burp cloths.
A luggage tag rested on top.
**DAD ON DUTY**
“What is this?” he asked.
“The correct destination.”
For the following week, Trevor finally experienced the vacation he had postponed.
Breakfast began at two in the morning.
Laundry never closed.
Room service meant preparing bottles.
Entertainment consisted of two newborns crying in shifts.
After another sleepless night, Trevor stumbled into the kitchen with his shirt inside out.
Frank checked the chalkboard.
“Sunrise Bottle Service begins in five minutes.”
“I’m starting to hate this resort,” Trevor muttered.
My mother poured coffee.
“Management appreciates your feedback.”
Even I laughed.
PART 3
By the fourth day, Trevor stopped complaining.
By the sixth, he no longer waited for instructions.
