“I can’t imagine what’s in the box,” Chloe said as we drove home from our appointment with Doc Albert.
“Maybe it’s a bottle of pills or vitamins,” I suggested.
“I thought about that, Woody,” Chloe said, “but Doc has never put our medicine in a big cardboard box and told us to wait until we get home to open it.”
Chloe had a point. Judging from the way Mom and Dad were looking at each other, I knew they were stumped, too.