In 48 hours Jack will be on the road to camp with his buddy, Hunter. Yesterday I got out his suitcase and started taking inventory of what we might need to buy. I had him trying on shorts and swimsuits from last year. Although he's gotten taller, his waist, if anything, is smaller. He was really getting exhasperated with my intrusion into his room and making him try stuff on. "Jeez, mom, it's not like I'm going to wear any of that stuff, anyway." It's true, he always comes home with a suitcase full of clean clothes.

"Do you want me to pack you any pajamas?"

"No, I'll just sleep in what I'm wearing that day."

"How many pairs of underwear do you think you'll need?"

"One," he deadpanned, signalling that it was time for me to be done assaulting his cool factor.