You'll Figure It Out

My 12yo son came home from a one night camping trip with the Boy Scouts and sat at the table like he’d lived through a tragedy. Mel asked how it went.

“Fine,” he mumbled.

Mel left for the store, so I pressed a little more. The dam broke. He spoke in long tearful sentences. I pieced together that the tent window was open. It rained and his sleeping bag, cl…