So, now, this week...well, we're 13 ya know. This means that we require more sleep than a baby, which leads to intense grogginess in the morning, AND we've learned to be super cautious around mom's radar ears. So, here's how the morning 20+ minute commute would go as I quizzed the guys.
Me: "So, camp is fun?"
Either boy: "I guess." "Uh-huh."
Me: "Are you making new friends?"
Either boy: "Uh-huh." "Sorta."
Me: "Do you want to go next year?"
Either boy: "Maybe." "I think so."
...and they never, not once, talked to each other during the ride. Not once.
Not much scoop, and definitely no elaboration, in those super deep-voiced responses, but when my guy's day was finished and he was back home again, the evidence of the crusted dirt on his legs, the strong scent that would ward off any predator, and the mouth agape snoring on the couch by 9:00 PM tells me that camp is awesome. Who needs words anyway, right? We moms always have ways to find out what we want to know.
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