However, it was 9 a.m. before their car pulled into our driveway. When they entered, I braced myself for a barrage of complaints. I was unprepared for them to arrive home happy and full -- from a hearty campfire breakfast and tales of their adventures together.
"So, everything went OK?" I hesitated, "He did good?"
"Andrea, he did great," Steve assured.
And, while both my guys aren't one for sharing details, Steve was happy to tell me all about his introduction to s'm-oreos and the joys of eating roasted hot dogs.
"How many did you eat?" I asked
"Oh! I wouldn't even want to try to count," Steve replied.
He and Noah laughed as they re-enacted the skits the boys performed the night before. Then, it was back to talking about food -- especially the bacon and eggs they enjoyed before packing up to return home.
Eating and joking...joking and eating --that's what it's all about, right?
|Noah and friends performing their skit.|
|Eggs and bacon enjoyed 'round an open fire.|