The "camped in" in my living room last night — my Hero and Beau. The tent filled the room almost from wall to wall and just barely cleared the ceiling. They made smores over the gas stove. They slept in sleeping bags and told stories and kept the flashlight on all night.
This morning while they were striking camp, I listened to my Hero teach Beau how to take proper care of the equipment. I watched Beau shine with pride when he unlatched the tent stakes and helped fold them up. I smiled when my hero sat down on the trunk for a break, and Beau scrambled up to sit beside him.
Beau is growing up and my Hero is right there to enjoy every moment.