420 Summit

Two summers

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We dropped Amanda (or Pooh, or RnBMandy, or Manders, or whatever the hell she is calling herself these days) off at camp yesterday. A wonderful camp that we are all very happy — thank-you Christine — she fell into.

The downside: my baby girl looked so very small next to that big building.

Then we have Nicholas — who doesn’t call himself anything other than grouchy — who should be hanging himself from cliffs in Yosemite as I write this. But he’s not.

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He managed to break his arm three days before summer vacation started. Effectively ruling out Outward Bound, and pretty much anything else, for the rest of the summer. So, he gets to spend the summer at home and at the doctors, playing video games and watching his sister pack.

I think I’d be grouchy too.