Now, I wasn't at Boy Scout camp, so I can't exactly write about it.
I will tell you what I do know about that week: IT WAS HOT.
Like...fires of HADES...hot.
But he was there with his Dad.
And he was bonding with his fellow scouts.
Learning essential lifesaving skills.
Like how to make flotation devices out of you clothes....if you happen to be drowing while wearing your father's church clothes.
And the best part....the ride home.
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