Return of the Prodigal Son
Well, now all is right with my world. *L* We picked up Paul last night around 7 at the scout offices near downtown Dallas. He was full of things he'd done and seen and darned if he didn't grow while he was gone -- when he hugged me, I came up to his ear! With the exception of a brief pity party about Day 3 due to altitude sickness and a big blister on his heel, Paul did realy well according to the adult leader. Much better than the kid that cracked the next to last day and threw a tantrum because he didn't want to get up. Unfortunately, Paul pulled his tent poles (because he was the one packing them out) and some other kids dragged him out of the collapsed tent by his feet. Scouts that are anxious to get back to base camp have no sympathy for whiners.
I had to doctor some nasty looking blisters and repair a cracked toenail with a little sanding and a couple of coats of clear nail polish, but that seems to be the only injuries he had. We were all surprised how ...civilized he was to everyone. It's entirely possible that he missed us too.
I had to doctor some nasty looking blisters and repair a cracked toenail with a little sanding and a couple of coats of clear nail polish, but that seems to be the only injuries he had. We were all surprised how ...civilized he was to everyone. It's entirely possible that he missed us too.