Family Camp

This is our most recent child, Will. Not really. This is the fruit of collective parenting that happens at family camp every year. It really shouldn't be called Family Camp because the second we arrive our children dash off to be seen intermittently at meals and through the open flaps of the tent changing into wet swimming trunks. It should be called Adult and Youth Camp since the adults sit around the fire together eating while the kids flock together somewhere near water and decaying or rabid animals. All food control in regard to the kids goes out the window as well during "family" camp. I think I saw Ben downing his 10th marshmallow sometime after we finished up a round of sugar coated oil fried tortillas. Maybe we should have a third child, so that when our first two die of malnutrition we will still have someone to bear the family name.