What happens when you let your 5th grader pack for camp: I called home when stopping st Fred Meyer after a long day of fun and asked if the kids had all the necessities and toiletries. Turned out Andrew had no toothpaste, soap or shampoo and had not chosen to tell us. It also boggled my mind that I was the only person in line NOT buying alcohol, and 1/2 of them were buying BEER IN CANS! Stay classy, Federal Way.
"Either I got eaten alive by mosquitoes at camp or I'm randomly sprouting nipples all over my body."
Andrew : " I saw a killer queen bee at camp!"
Husband :" Was it dynamite with a laser beam?"
" No!"
" Was it guaranteed to blow your mind? "
"NO DAD NOT LIKE THE SONG!!"
Husband :" Was it dynamite with a laser beam?"
" No!"
" Was it guaranteed to blow your mind? "
"NO DAD NOT LIKE THE SONG!!"
And the rest of the story? As I was dragging the last few items out of his luggage I found the soap I bought him...still in the wrapper. His excuse? "The shampoo you bought me is for all body types so I used it on ALL the hair on my body."
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