Monday morning at nine o'clock...
Excuse me while I break down over here. I stopped at home before flying Up North to get SF and there was a message on the machine from "Devon", his sweet sounding Camp Leader for the summer. He'll be going on field trips and I'll be freaking out.
Not only will they apply the sunblock I provide for him, they'll also be taking him to the Splash Pad AND to meet Woody Woodchuck next week. He's going to have so much fun and I won't be there. My little dude is leaving home on Monday at the ripe old age of three.
...Bye-Bye
