Little Billy went away this past Saturday to Boy Scout camp.
FOR A WEEK!
Before he went I, of course, helped him pack.
We were organizing his stuff on the bed in his room. "Make sure you brush your teeth, every single day," I pleaded.
"Oh ... there won't be water there," he said, while helping me fold his shorts and shirts and underwear. "I don't think there will even be bathrooms," he never looked up.
I glanced across the room, "Oh ... there will be water," I giggled.
"And ... make sure you brush your hair - don't let your hair be a mess all the time," I harped.
"I will - here's my brush - SEE," he waved a black brush above his head.
"And ... change your clothes. If you come back in the same outfit you left here in - people will talk about you. You'll be known as the "STINKY-On-The-Upside" boy," I poked him in the ribs.
"I will," he was annoyed.
"And ... make sure you keep your stuff neat. Don't make a big ol' mess in your trunk or you won't be able to find anything. Keep it neat," I instructed and smiled.
He rolled his eyes.
He turned in my direction.
He said ...
"Mom ..."
"It's cool!
I can handle this.
I am ...
A Boy Scout - ya know," he reached over, grabbed his Boy Scout cap and put it on his head.
"Stop worrying so much!
It's coooool."
On the upside ... Come back soon ... Little Billy - I miss you!
In the meantime, cozy up to that camp fire and ... send your mom a smoke signal - or something!