I Go Camp

Mom's a slow learner.

Charlie had to say "I wan' go home" approximately eleventyjillion times before I thought to ask, "What do you want to do at home?" in response, struck in my desparation by the thought that maybe! just maybe! if I got specific we might find a way to meet his needs in the campground.

"I wan' read book," he said.

"Oh," I replied. "We have books here." And he was most content to sit on my lap on the beach, reading One Monkey Too Many and One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish while adorable little Livia from the next campsite perched next to me and watched. After he'd had his fill of literature, we waded through the water catching and releasing minnows and a baby frog.

I wasn't so successful with his next most persistent request, "I wan' go kayak." Maybe next year we'll rent a canoe.