We’re in the car. I’m driving them to the meeting point. Today is the day they leave for summer camp. I’ve been a little stressed for the past few days. I don’t know how it’s going to go for them, and I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle the separation myself.
– And you, Dad, did you ever go to summer camp?
– No. Mom signed me up once. But the bus never came to pick us up.
He pauses to think. He wants to ask me something but doesn’t dare. Finally, he goes for it.
– My mom or your mom?
I’m caught off guard. That’s not your everyday question.
– Wait, can you imagine your mom signing me up for summer camp?
– Well yeah! Imagine she’s fed up with you, because you’re in a mood. And Mom wants some time to herself. So she signs you up for camp, packs your bag, and off you go with the other dads!
– … And what would we do there?
– Oh, I don’t know. Old people stuff!
– And why would it only be Dad who goes to camp?
– Mom doesn’t need to — when she wants to have fun, she already goes on weekend trips with her girlfriends!