Mitch is such a good dad. The kids wanted to camp in the backyard last night and, while my automatic response would have been no, it's a weeknight, after all, he was totally into it. Since I hate sleeping on the groundhave bursitis, I slept in the house in my nice, big bed with my 600 thread-count sheets and my remote control at hand so I could watch Access HollywoodCNN before drifting off. Jack started out in the tent, but grew bored with the younger kids' lack of ghost story-telling experience, and once they started drifting off to sleep he was outta there. It was a good night for all, as seen here by these happy morning faces.