|The kid went to camp eager to hang out with his compadres.|
Despite being an advanced age, I forget that 8-year-olds don't blog about everything, make short videos to just say "hi," have phones, or care about changing their underwear. Sometimes life is just better that way.
LSS has been dutifully sending the kid pictures of sloths, his spirit animal (this worries me on the productivity level but is fine on the dude level), and running to collect the mail as soon as it arrives.
I think I am cut from different cloth, but I'm not. I'm checking out night vision systems and planning a surveillance raid soon. I just want to see that he's tucked in safe and sound. And to plant a listening device. That's not creepy if it's just one, right?