This past weekend, Husband and I picked up the boys from overnight camp. To say we were EXCITED would be an understatement. My heart soared as I watched the massive camp buses arrive. As the trunks were unloaded, the kids (still on the bus) waved excitedly. Finally, the boys were in our arms after two long weeks. They had the greatest time, talked a mile a minute, and rated camp a 10/10. Yes, the sleeping bags are still outside baking in the sun and NOT in my house. No bed bugs for the Lemonaid family. From the second they got in the car, I could tell they had matured. Suddenly, the pleases and thank you’s were not prompted, the eye contact was piercingly direct, and the awareness of others was clear as day. But, the greatest development of all was when the boys giggled in the back and decided who would ask the big question. Finally, 7 year old blurted out and asked if I (mommy) have implants? Husband nearly crashed the car! We looked at each other and silently agreed to maintain our promise of complete honesty. I explained to them that since Mommy breastfed each of them for a year plus, the boobies looked like flat envelopes and Daddy did not want to play with them anymore. KIDDING!
