Wade and his dad took the boys on a Day Camp yesterday.

The Gear looked like this:

When Preppies camp.

Wade wants me to include a disclaimer that this is NOT what he typically carries his gear in when HE goes camping. In fact, when I got the camera out he said, “No! Don’t take pictures!” Fortunately, I wasn’t listening.

We’re so excited that it makes us blurry!

The boys were a little confused about the distinction between CAMPING and TRICK OR TREATING, but they got with the program once they reached the Great Outdoors. They fished (with Batman fishing poles, even) and both caught a fish. Henry thought it was cool, but Charlie said the fish scared him.

He’s clearly my son, that little one.

Wade says, “Are you REALLY taking those pumpkins camping? Greeeaaat . . . “

They had a campfire and they roasted marshmellows and they went for a hike that turned into the Bataan Death March. Wade ended up carrying BOTH kids (not at the same time, fortunately) and today he’s moving a little slowly. Charlie put his hand down in a cactus and ate an entire bag of Doritos on the drive home. Henry cooked a hot dog and threw leaves in the fire.

And my god did they ever have fun.

I did some work and did some laundry and possibly did some shoe shopping. I read a book and read the New York Times. It was lovely. And the best, BEST part was that after the kids were in bed last night, Wade was listing all the ways in which this was a successful trip, and he said, “We really need to do that more often. You know?”

Yes. I know.