Take me away

After a particular trying day with too many things to worry about and be in charge of and be annoyed by, I told Adam I wanted everyone to go away.  Except him.

I told him I wanted to live on an island with just him.  We would eat pineapple and coconut.  I asked him if occasionally he'd spear a fish for us to eat.  He said, "Yes, but I won't clean it."

I said, "I can clean it."

Then, he started dreaming bigger.  "How about a wild pig?  We could bury it in the sand and roast it."

I said, "I won't clean a wild pig.  We can eat peanut butter."

Adam decided we'd go to Costco.  It could be on the other side of the island.

"Absolutely not," I said, "There can't be anything else on the island."

Adam relented that we'd have a motor boat to take us to a nearby island that had a Costco.

(And since our kids had all been part of the annoyance.  It doesn't happen very often but sometimes they all three get together and decide to torture us on the same day.) I said, "Our kids can't know where the island is.  They can't come."

Adam said, "Of course not."

I said, "We'll visit them once a year, in our motor boat."

He said, "No, we'll fly from different airports so they won't be able to trace us."

"Can we have a hut?" I asked Adam.

"Yes," he said.  And I felt better.