The morning after Zach leaves for camp.
Chels: Is it time to call Zach yet?
Me: We don't get to call him. We don't get to talk to him until we pick him up.
C: Seriously? That's not fair! No one said I couldn't even talk to him! All weeek?!? Oh my gosh!
At bedtime...
Me: How is it being an only child?
Chels: It's pretty fun. Except when we go out to dinner and I have to take everyone's straw wrappers and crunch it into a big ball because there are no kids there for me to talk to and play with.
