So the kids are home from Summer camp and along with the loads of dirty laundry come their stories and boy are they worth the twelve loads of wash. The intercamp games and who scored and who pitched and the play by play commentary and then the color war stories and then what I’ve been waiting for al along—the nitty gritty details about the girlfriends. The banquet, what they wore, how they picked them up, where they sat, did they dance and then I come in for the kill—did they kiss. Of course, I cannot in good conscience reveal the answer in this blog, but then again, neither did my boys reveal the answer to me. Isn’t it terrible when your kids exhibit more couth than the parent in the house? How awful of me to ask, and how gentlemanly of them NOT to answer. But come on, doesn’t every parent want to know?