Our nephew, Kyle, comes to visit on Sunday for two weeks. He's a super bright, nice kid.
He's coming to Phoenix to visit his aunties, but also to attend Robot Camp at Arizona State University. He had to apply for Robot Camp. Wrote an essay that was more well-thought out and better spelled than some first year reporters I've known could put together.
We're looking forward to having a 12-year-old in the house.
So, today I went out to get a few things to get ready for the visit.
Did I get milk? No.
Granola bars? No.
Fruit rollups (a passion of his last summer)? No.
I got the boy a Super Soaker. A Stream Machine that shoots water a gazillion yards. What more can he want from Aunty Camp than a barrel of laughs, a place where he can eat candy before dinner, a place where he can build robots in the morning and play Yahtzee in the afternoon?
Don't worry. We'll get some snacks, we'll get some milk. And we'll have a barrel of fun.