The boys left yesterday for an overnight "Man's Camp-out" with the church fellows. There was lots of grunting, guffawing, and big-talking as the vehicle was loaded up.
I had asked Pops what he'd like me to prepare for the trip, but no answer was ever really given. I began to realize that extreme non-preparation was part of the adventure element of this excursion. As they were about to take off, we did have this brief conversation:
Do you guys have sleeping bags?
Do you have pillows?
Don't you want pillows?
Men don't need pillows.
No. They just roll up their sweatshirt.
So ... the girls and I sent them off with a pan of sweet rolls and a set of smiles. They promised to have fun while spending lots of time doing dangerous things and having toot-offs. I'm sure it will be a grand time indeed.