I have three boys. Zero girls. It works for me. Having all boys should be especially fabulous because of the annual Father and Son's camp-outs. Up until this year, I have been ripped off. In our old ward it seemed like they were always being canceled or Matt couldn't get off work. One year all the boys got sick. It's been lame.
This year, we were all determined to make it work. The weather was good, the boys were all healthy-no reason not to go. I helped them gather sleeping bags, load up the tent and sent them on their way.
Our stake planned a service project for the morning of the camp out. I will admit that I knew my boys weren't going to be into stacking wood. So when they got home just after 9:00, I was a little concerned. Did they sneak out after breakfast to avoid working? That could make church a little awkward! Then I noticed something else odd--they were too clean. No campfire smell either. Something was wrong.
Turns out that even though Matt left the house with every intention of driving to the mountains the lure of the Strip was too much for him. While the kids bought Slurpee's he made a reservation and....
well, they all had a good time.
And I didn't have to wash stinky clothes. I just hope he hasn't set a precedent. Next year I may have to drive them to the campsite myself just to make sure.