My babies twins recently went to their first spend the night camp. I am not a camper (shocker) so I hated didn't love camp, so to speak.... Don't tell my kids because as far as they know, I lovvvved camp and they should want to go back every summer.
It was only a week for my little ones, but it felt like a year. Truly. I thought it would be relaxing, fun and a nice break from the daily chaos of twins. Not. So. Much. I missed them so desperately that I spent my days scouring the camp photo site for a glimpse of them. I spotted Flanner's hand (yes, I am sure) of on a sail boat and I could tell he was having a blast. I checked the mail twice a day often and got two letters. The first one said:
"Camp is fun."
I know you are waiting for the rest, but that is it. It wasn't even signed. I might as well have gotten smoke signals from cabin 20.
Yes. Flanner, I am crying. P.A.T.H.E.T.I.C. We missed them so much that my husband suggested we "get more kids" when they go away to college. Not sure how one does that considering I will be ancient.
On the drive home... I can deduct 2 things:
1. They had a blast. (Just before he conched out, Flanner announced that he could go to camp for two years if he could take Teddy.)