My son came home from sleepaway camp the other day. He left a cherub, he returned a tween.
Both of my kids are gone, at camp, for two weeks. After a surprisingly smooth send-off, I returned home to an eerily quiet house and did something I haven't done since I was five years old: I took a nap. I even dreamed.
The familial catharsis occurred when we decided to hike to the Sequoia National Forest's Eagle Lake. The trek was described as "strenuous": 3.4 miles, scores of switchbacks, altitude of 9,700 feet. My son and daughter were troopers for the first half-mile -- then the drama started.
People often ask me, "What's the difference between a stay-at-home dad and a stay-at-home mom?" Usually, these people are tugging at my shirt and I have to look down to see them. Here's my Top 5.