Yesterday afternoon we pitched our camping tent on the front lawn, and last night Arthur and Marina decided to sleep out there. It was a clear, cool night, and as they settled in I asked if they wanted the tent cover, but they insisted that they would be warm enough.

Somewhere around 4 AM, I was awoken by a thunder clap and realized that it was raining. I wish I could say that I bolted out of bed, but that is a near impossibilty for me. Instead, I moaned and turned over, at which point Sharon informed me that our wet kids were already inside.

Thank goodness that one of us was a light sleeper last night, although it is usually me…