My boys are off for a long weekend of adventure and affection in the Blue Ridge Mountains. FIVE aunties and uncles, plus Cousin Stretch, are along for the ride.
Although Bob and I are looking forward to going to lots of movies, drinking Bloody Marys, etc., I am almost jealous.
There is a tent.
There is a swing.
There is a stump fort.
There is a swimming hole.
There is a puppetry studio.
There have been UFO sightings.
There is tons of home-grown food from a giant garden.
There are silly aunties and uncles who love the crap out of them.