Really Just TWO?

Camping is the life—especially when I’m the guest and others are responsible for all the work.

We woke up to the sound of high winds rocking the camper, then… a huge crash! The awning. Yes, the awning. We had left it up, because why be sensible when the night is warm and balmy? It had been so hot that we hated following the “no generators after eleven pm” rule. We suffered in… not silence exactly, more like an Olympic-level flopping competition, twisting and turning to find some relief, drenched in sweat, like human puddles.

Finally, a bit of relief as the wind quickly cooled everything down. And then—the huge crash! Oh no!

The awning pole was bent just a little. Not catastrophic… yet. Clint, Pam's #4 sone swooped in like a tiny superhero and helped us get it down. By now, we were all soaked from the sudden rain, so really, what was the point of trying to stay dry? Survival mode: activated.

Sweet Clint always the thoughtful one, brought us milk and cereal for breakfast. Tiny problem: no bowls. He found a huge fruit bowl—basically a cereal bowl fit for a football team. I said, “I can eat out of a coffee filter,” fully expecting a laugh and a reasonable portion.

Instead, he dumped out TWO tiny mini–Frosted Shredded Wheat bars. TWO.

“Really? Just two?” I asked, my voice dripping with disbelief, like he had just handed me a single raisin and called it a feast.

#4 looked me dead in the eye. “You said you wanted a couple, so two is a couple.”

“Oh my word. I didn’t want it filled to the brim—I just wanted… well, more than two.”

At that point, I considered launching a full-scale melt down, but decided against it. After all, why ruin a perfect morning of wind, rain, and awkwardly heroic cereal servings?