I had just finished putting three squealing kids into bed. You know the usual routine of a quick squirt down with water, finding whatever clean clothes they have to wear as pajamas, brush teeth and a story that never seems to end.
All kids were in their bunks still screaming complaints of not being tired when I walked up the steps into our pilot house. Carl was in his typical nightly position of lying in the sea berth with his iPad on his chest. Knees propped up trying to get some much needed cool air around his legs and man bits. Sticky hot.