"Of course. I'll be fine," I assure him.
"I don't have to worry about you falling asleep at the park again tonight, do I? I'd like to think you'll stay out of trouble while we're gone."
Trouble? Nothing I'd consider to be trouble. "I promise you I will be sleeping in my own bed tonight," I tell him.
"Tomorrow too?" He's covering his bases for peace of mind, I'll assume.
"Do you see the bug bites on my face?" I ask him.
"I was wondering what that was." He eyes my right cheek where I have a cluster of little puffy marks.
"I won't be sleeping outside again anytime soon, trust me."
"I do trust you, honey." He leans over and gives me a kiss on the head. "Your mother should be home from her meeting in a few minutes, and then we're leaving in an hour. She said something about there being some frozen meals for you in the freezer."
"I'll be alright, Dad."
"Don't let me down," he says, pointing at me as he leaves the room.
Haven't I already done that?I wish I could say.
