It's hard to argue against time spent bonding with one's teenaged son while modeling physical fitness, respect for nature, healthy eating and self-sufficiency.
It's all good at 13400 feet.
But before they left with their itty-bitty tube of toothpaste and their potable water tablets, I asked Steve a couple of times when he thought they would be returning from Colorado.
"Hmmmmmmmm," he answered. "Huuuuuuhhhhh. It's hard to saaaaay exactly."
Which, ok, Lesley Gore. You're not one of my toys. Stomp those Gogo boots. I don't own you. Got it.
I felt compelled to point out, "You know Patrick starts school the day after Labor Day."
He responded, "What time?"
It's like being married to Auntie Mame.