A great time was had at RA (church) camp. He got to go with his dad this year, his 1st year of camp. He got to zipline, swim, do archery, have bible study, hang with his friends and learn of the "goat man". Apparently the goat man eats people and destroys them. Let me tell you, it gets very VERY dark out in the woods, at night, in the dark... Day 1 was great! He had a ball. He didn't like the food though (picky eater). Day 2, 9:30pm, I get this phone call from his dad explaining to me that he's been told a scary story of the goat man, yadda yadda yadda. So I talked to my midget, he was upset and crying and freaked out. He didn't like the goat man, he missed bubba, he missed me and he misses our pooch... beginning to sound a little more like homesickness. He advised me that he is sleeping with his daddy in his twin size bunkbed (good grief!). He said he was coming him the next day! But, I knew he wouldn't :) Day 3, text from dad that morning telling me they're staying. Day 3, 9pm - another phone call, this time from my boy, crying inconsolably. He's coming home tonight, like right now!! Again, he misses me, and bubba and Pooch. I told him to wait until morning after breakfast. He proceeded to tell me he did NOT want breakfast, he just wanted to come straight home. I said fine, but not til tomorrow. I didn't want hubby driving at 10pm on a 2 hour drive home. Again, he slept with his dad. Next morning I got a text that said Ian had already striped his bed and packed before his dad got up. I think he was serious. They got home about 9:30am!!! I got a big hug and a smile and then he carped out with my iPad for the rest of the afternoon. I'm starting to think he didn't miss me.
He missed the iPad.
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