Earlier this summer Logan and I went camping at Cub Scouts Camp. We stayed in tents provided by the camp. On our first night, our troop’s camp was raided by raccoons. They got away with a few bags of chips, and that was about it. On the second night, I was awakened by this thud and rustling outside the tent. Figuring it was the raccoons again, I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep.
That’s when I realized the the rustling was not near the ground, but higher up on the wall of the tent. “Logan, what are you doing?” He doesn’t answer. Thinking he’s just sleeping, I roll over and try to go back to sleep.
“Maybe I should check on him”, I think to myself before drifting off again. I pick up the flashlight and shine it on his bunk. I sit up and pull the mosquito net off of his bunk. His bunk is empty! He’s gone! His sleeping bag is gone! The raccoons outside the tent must have dragged him off! What am I gonna tell his mother!
I rip open the side of the tent, ready to lay a serious smack down on whatever is trying to drag away my boy. That’s when I see Logan inside his sleeping bag standing there. “What are you doing?”, I said. “I’m trying to get back in the tent!” “How did you get out of the tent?”
“I dunno, I just leaned against the wall and I fell out of the tent”.
“Well, crawl back in here and get to sleep ”
<Two Minutes Later>
“Dad, do you think there’s a badge for falling out of the tent?”