On Saturday I had a long day of focus groups lined up, so I bid Cam farewell at 9, and told him I would be back around 3. Well, it turned out that around 11:30 I had to stop at home to get something and I found Cameron in the middle packing- he told me he had packed all the camping stuff. I told him he was so great for doing packing while I was gone. I went into the kitchen and came back just in time to see Cam stuffing a frisbee into his suitcase.
That's when the red flag went off.
Kim- "Cam, you're packing the camping stuff so I don't know what's in there aren't you? You're packing it without me so I can't throw it away aren't you?"
Kim- "open the suitcase"
Finally I manage to convince him to open it. You'll never guess what was in there...
Exactly what it looks like... two frisbees, a tennis raquet I've never seen him use, lots and lots of rope, a camping stove and the stand he made out of a hanger, a lifetime supply of emergency blankets, his cargo net, other miscellaneous "gear" and...
Buried under everything else.