For dinner, we split up and dined with our own families on the last night. For a last-minute dash, this trip has been everything I dreamed a joint family vacation would be. If I would have put more thought into it, we could have stayed longer because I didn’t realize Friday was the last day before the kids were out for the summer. Me and my half-baked my spontaneity, heh. It worked out well, though, because Desiree yammered on and on about summer camp and begged us to go while we waited for our food. Apparently, Less signed up her kids already, and they must have told Desi about it earlier that afternoon. I felt a pang of sadness at her week-long absence until she clarified that it was a day camp. Even if it wasn’t, this will be a good experience for her, especially because she only went to school one day. And also she’ll get to maintain her school routine, see her cousins every day, and make new friends.
The summer camp program is interesting. You can choose to do away camp and stay there the whole week or do day camp. All the kids go to the same summer camp, but they breakout into individual programs based on their interests. Of course, my girl wants to do sports camp. As she went on about camp, I couldn’t help but wonder if me and Less would have gone if we had the opportunity. We lived with Mama during our teen days, so she was a lot more liberal with our time by then and would probably let us go. But when we were little kids? True, it would have been up to Dad, but I think she would have hated missing a weekend with us. I’m just grateful to the Watcher that Sophia and I don’t have to consider such things. Our marriage is nowhere near deteriorating, but I still try really hard to keep it that way. I don’t always get it right, but as long as I continue to be the man she fell for, we will be okay.
Desi took a lot of selfies. Like, a lot. She posted them on what I presumed to be Social Bunny; who knew what these kids have nowadays. Knowing my daughter is a social butterfly, I had no doubt she made impressions on her lone day of school. Still, I poked the bear, hoping it would prepare us for our upcoming conversation.
“So…I guess you made a lot of friends on your first day?”
She shrugged.
“Not really.”
“Oh. It’s just I see you posting a lot. I figured you had a crowd of adoring fans,” I said, waggling my eyebrows.
“Daddy, stop.”
Sophia sat across the table, snickering at us. I never thought I’d be a parent who loved embarrassing his children, but it’s kinda fun. I’ll have to do it more often.
