Boys, I’ve got an idea.
I’ve got nothing against our teddy bear double-stroller, but here we are at camp now, and I think we’re gonna need something a little more durable.
Fallen tress are everywhere and something’s gonna have to be done about all those nails down by the archery hillside where young and inexperienced campers shoot flying arrows with potentially lethal weapons, but, yes, I know, fear not. Joshua and Caleb. Right boys?
Now boys, you’ve gotta understand something, your mom is not a boy and your mom did not grow up with boys. I had sisters back when I was your age…
I know, boys. I know.
I don’t have to be a boy to know this.
We’re right where we’re supposed to be.