It’s only 9:30 a.m. on Saturday, so few stores are open when we swing by the mall to slip the Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows DVD into the library drop box.

For some reason, the workers at Dick’s Sports Goods are washing kayaks in the parking lot — perhaps they had them out for an event or they got dusty from construction being done nearby.  Rows of gleaming plastic boats in a rainbow of colors are lined up in front of the store.

I drive by slowly, stare wistfully, and sigh.

“I wish I had a kayak,” I say to the girls. “It seems a shame to live this close to a lake and not have some kind of boat.”

“You should just buy one, mom,” Kelly says.

“Yeah, well, me and Daddy were going to get them, but then we had kids instead. So, the way I see it, you two owe me and daddy some kayaks.”

“Well, Kelly was born first and she’s the one that ruined your kayak plans,” Lauren says. “So the way I see it, KELLY owes you and daddy kayaks.”