The boys returned from camp today. It’s wonderful to have them back even if one of them made it through his seven hour bus ride home only to throw up all over the backseat of my already pungent minivan, and even though some bugs crawled out of their laundry bag and under the washing machine. (Please, NY in August is buggy enough.)
It’s not easy coming back from camp to find your family has moved into a new house, especially when your room isn’t quite done yet. They keep walking into the wrong rooms and are forever looking for the toilet.
The one that didn’t throw up told me he learned how to cut hair at camp. (Wait, what?) He also intentionally gave himself a bald spot: