We pick Chance up from the camp bus this afternoon. I can't wait to hear all his stories.
For the first few days, Colton was ecstatic to be an only child. When Tina asked how it was to not have a big brother around, his answer was "Sweeeeeet!"
Last night, his tune started to change. Light sabers and Rubber band guns are only so fun to play with the dog - pretty soon it becomes evident that he's not shooting back.
So, on our way home, through the tears, this was Colton's lament . . .
"I just miss my brothie."
"I can't wait until he comes home. Is he coming home tonight?"
"But I don't want to wait until tomorrow, I miss him!"
"I will be so nice to him. I will always be nice to him. He's going to be nice to me, too, mommy."
"Because he misses me, too."
"Do you think he'll be nicer to me?"
"I will, I will. I will ALWAYS be nice to him. I just miss my brothie."
Fast forward about 30 minutes.
"Mommy, since Chance still isn't home, can I sleep in your bed one more night? How about tomorrow night? Can I sleep there then? Chance can just sleep on the couch or something . . ."