We went camping with The Boy this weekend, at the annual scouting camping event. There were roughly 17 million kids there, and at any given moment, at least half of them were yelling.
The window between when the older kids finally shut up and go to sleep, and when the younger kids start crying loudly for Mommy, is about 17 minutes, tops.
Yes, I’m a grumpy old man. But, I hugely enjoyed it, in spite of the cold and lack of sleep. I miss camping, and we definitely need to do it more. Of course, I prefer camping when there aren’t other tents pressing in on all sides, but even that had its charms.