Well, camp week is over and my boys have made it back home safely. They are all exhausted but full of stories about their adventures and experiences from this past week. My youngest is especially chatty. Of course that is expected because first of all this was his first year at camp and second of all he is only 8 and still talks to his mother. Obviously, that is not the case with my 15 and soon to be 12 year old. While the middle one only really needs a little prompting, getting the oldest to talk is like breaking into Fort Knox.
I’m sure, slowly, but surely, I’ll be able to pry all the info out of them to catch up on the week that they were away. In the mean time, I’m just glad to have all my chicks back in the nest.