Cormac takes after me in just about every way…but not this one. I hate camping.
If it’s not simply about my general dislike of being damp, cold, and having to pee in the woods, then it has to date back to a horrible girl scout camp experience, during which I offered my parents a year’s allowance to let me come home from Camp Wa-shaw-tee in Council Bluffs, Iowa.
Of course, maybe if I’d been able to camp in the comfort of my own home, while snoozing with my blankie, things could have been different.
I’m already calling it. Dan does cub scouts. (finger on side of nose)