office camping
My wife had roughly 10 of her sorority sisters in town this past weekend (we’re deeply into adulthood now but I believe they still call themselves sorority sisters). They’re writing a book together (you’ll see them on Oprah at some point – I’m serious).
With little remaining room in the house, I asked my boys (7 and 4) if they’d like to go to Aunt Cheech’s house with me (my sister’s) or camp out at the office (my daughter was staying with the ladies of ASA).
The office won by a landslide.
We packed up the sleeping bags, a small TV/VCR and set out on our camping adventure.
After 45 minutes of locating everything we needed for our deep suburban expedition (and one quick trip to Burger King – the boy's unfortunate choice), we arrived.
“This is great.”
“This is just like a house. But without the living room.”
“Can we sleep here every night.”
It was a great evening. We drew pictures, had dinner at the conference room table and watched a Disney flick. Nothing fancy needed.
Getting ready for bed, we went into the bathroom to brush teeth and to be sure no additional trips were needed until morning.
From the next stall over, my four year old said, “This bathroom is fresh. It’s so shiny. Are people coming over?”
This story is priceless! I seem to remember wanting to go to work with my Dad, too. I got over it.
Posted by:Jory Des Jardins | February 15, 2005 at 01:30 AM