Picked Shef up from the camp bus yesterday. Usually the bus gets there around 12:15, so I took my time running errands and things before heading over to the appropriate parking lot. Turns out, this time the bus pulled in sometime before 11:45. I missed his dramatic descent from the coach! Darn it! Luckily, he's a camp vet and wasn't phased by my tardiness.
"Were you sad that I wasn't there?" I asked, worriedly.
"No," he said, shrugging. "I just sat on my bag and waited."
Of course, he had great times at camp and isn't totally thrilled to be home yet, I'm afraid, even after I told him he could game as much as he wants. Yesterday, he came upstairs after like 15 minutes of being on the homefront. "What can I do?" he asked.
"Well," I said. "You could do wakeboarding or archery or riflery or rock climbing or..." I don't think he thought I was that funny, to be honest.