"Those tights are gay." Tommy shrugged, feeling better for some reason. "But you still miss me."
"It's a lake. What else is there to show you?" He didn't get the point of a lake. But then, Tommy didn't really spent a lot of time in the water, if he could help it. "There's a lot of stuff. It's a watermelon eating contest, actually. And I'm going to win it. The tug-of-war looks pretty cool, but it's going to be a lot of teachers running around."
His frown said exactly what he thought about that.
"There's going to be some fireworks later. That Chinese girl makes them or something. Anything you want to do in particular?" He asked in a rare display of sensitivity. "After we eat, you know."