Rob's at camp and Uncle Sam cried!

We got Rob all settled in right on schedule.  He did feel the need to try and bring some "contraband" to camp which we found and confiscated before we left.  It was nothing illegal, just electronics and the camp does not allow that as the philosophy is to interact and make friends and electronics has a way of encouraging isolation or hanging with just one or two other people.

KC cried about 1/3 of the trip home and clutched my hand tightly while the tears streamed down his face.  He finally fell asleep thankfully.  Sitting in the front seat with ones arm cranked into the back seat is um, not so very comfortable.  Lissa misses Rob too. She has commented  a couple of times this evening.  And they are both still awake, another sign that things are not as usual here.

By tomorrow they will be more used to this and  will have settled down.  We have been through this every time Rob goes to camp.  LOL  And tomorrow there will be a number of things going on which will take their mind off  his absence.

We have to go up to our garden plot and weed and see how the squash and tomatos and corn are coming along.  We have to go to a fabric store and get red and white striped fabric. Why?  Because KC decided he has to "be Uncle Sam" for the 4th of July.  ROFL  We always have a BBQ with the kids god parents. They are going to choke on their food trying not to laugh I am sure.  Where this child comes up with the ideas I will never know.  He all ready has a blue shirt with silvery stars all over it. And last week he conned me into buying a novelty red white and blue bow tie (now I know why!)  Now he wants striped  pants to complete the festive look.

And Lissa, not to be outdone has screamed  announced, that SHE wants to be Uncle Sam too.  KC gave her his most withering 6 year old look and said she couldn't be UNCLE Sam because she is a girl.  She would have to be. . . (drum roll please)  Auntie Sam.  So Auntie Sam is going to wear a star covered sun dress and red and white bloomers.  I think.