Sea-Tac airport is about an hour away from our house. To catch their 6am flight, the kids had to be at their school at Two. Thirty. A. M.
I got up to say goodbye but Husband drove him. Gag.
When Husband returned from his middle of the night expedition he declared that his son is a super genius.
There are five boys and fifty girls going on this trip. From the moment Thing 2 stepped out of the car at the school he was surrounded with girls. As were the other four boys. Geniuses, all five.
So here are the text messages I've received from him since he left on his adventure...
4:30am Smooth sailing. Just got my boarding pass. Waiting.
I didn't get this until 8am. Since I had gone back to bed and all.
11:53am Arrived at layover city. Busy going from one gate to another. Getting pizza. Forward to Richmond! Will take one Dramamine tablet now. Text if I need to know something.
Wonder if he will eat anything other than pizza for the next five days? Notice how he doesn't know that his layover is in St. Louis.
2:03pm Arrived at Richmond. Slept through most of flight. All okay.
I knew the Dramamine would knock him out. Probably should have given the chaperones enough for all of the kids to have one.
4:43pm Mmmm...pizza and ice cream.
He's gonna come home leaking pizza sauce out of his pores.
7:02pm Bus stopped at hotel. Awaiting my turn. Low battery. Text you again in a few minutes. Took lots of pics today.
7:41pm Dear god, how will I survive the night? My roommates are flatulent, cuss-crazy buffoons.
I miss you too sweetie.