He went camping with his dad the other weekend. His dad’s idea of camping was to chuck a futon in the back of his 4WD , two sleeping bags, 2 packets of instant noodles and off they went.
Out of my whole family I have been camping the most. Scouting days saw us camping every school holidays roughing it out.
Hubby have only been two or three times the most . The kids, only school camps.
My son came home that Sunday night and came straight to me to give me a hug. I asked him how was camping ? He replied dad snored really bad.
Made me chuckle. I wonder if he hugged me because he missed me? Or because he felt sorry for me having to share a bed with his dad who can snore the house down.