Back Away from the Camp Trunk....

Big Brother is packing his stuff for camp. I just stopped in there to hand him some towels when I saw him standing by the closet door, rolling his clean T-shirts into balls and tossing them into the trunk.

I can't look.

He's big enough to read the equipment list and find what he needs in the house. I'm just going to assume that he will bring everything he needs.

He also thinks it's very funny that I can't watch him pack, so he's providing the play-by-play: "Hey Mom, one of my T-shirts wouldn't fit in the pile with the rest of the T-shirts, so I put my foot in the trunk and stepped on the pile so it would fit."

His friend is in the background yelling, "Big Brother! Stop walking in your luggage!"

I can't look.