I figure that the boys are old enough to take charge of their own vacation packing.
To be fair, they should have been doing it for a while now but I figure better late than never, right?
That being said, I adopted a "Here is a list of the things you need to pack; I'm not going to check to make sure you have what you need" attitude. (It actually began with my 13yo's trip to camp this summer; we had marginal success. The biggest issue was making sure everything made it back home, quite frankly.)
Some may call it a "laissez faire" attitude.
I would call it that as well, being as how I love "all things French"...except for the smoking. I could do without the smoking.
And the wine...don't really care for wine either.
Beer. Now that's the stuff.
Which proves that my ancestors were mostly of German decent.
But I digress.
I decided that for this vacation, I would give the PBA a verbal list (NOTE: This means that I did not even write it down; we are working on our listening skills, which I might add, are somewhat lacking.) of what they needed to pack and see how that turned out.
I like to live on the edge, clearly.
I couldn't take it, however, with the 11yo. I was fairly certain he would pack a bag full of knives and other accoutrements, as well as all-things camo.
And since we are not visiting the Robertsons, I didn't think this necessary.
So I did cave on my own stand and insist on seeing what he packed. At least some of it. And hear a verbal list of all of it.
The 13yo, on the other hand, I was willing to let him figure it out for himself.
He, however, ASKED me to come in his room to see what he was planning to pack.
Immediately upon seeing the various stacks of clothes, I said, "Buddy, you don't need this many clothes. Remember...I'll do laundry. And you can wear the same thing more than once."
"Yeah, Mom, but there will be pictures!"
Heaven help me.
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