My youngest had a few days off due to a teacher’s conference, so my husband was able to take a few days off as well and took him camping overnight at a lake nearby. My oldest son and I went out there after he got off work yesterday and ate grilled hamburgers, then I came home (I am not a happy camper. 🙂 I don’t like walking with a flash light on uneven ground to the bathroom in the middle of the night and waking up feeling damp in a tent and various other things about camping.) My middle son came home about 10 pm, when it was too late to go out there.

They trooped home this morning. In the course of telling me about their time camping, my husband said, “Someone had a baby at the camp site.” I thought he meant someone gave birth (isn’t that what that sounded like?) I thought maybe some expectant mom thought she’d get a last camping trip in with her family and went into labor early, or some back-to-nature enthusiasts wanted to experience a roughing-it type of birth in the woods. My husband talked about the baby’s crying waking them up at 3 a.m. and then again at 6. I was thinking about the other sound effects and the dark and unsanitary conditions and commented about that to my husband He looked momentarily confused and said, “No…someone didn’t birth a baby there, they brought a baby to the camp site.”

Oh.

(Duh! 😳 )

Well, we had a good laugh anyway.:D