Yesterday we made him sit in the back of the van with our kids while we drove around to the otherside of Mt. Rainer so we could stay overnight at Camp Zarahemla and play in the snow.
Every vacation Mr. Right gets to exhibit his silver lining talent (because what holiday doesn't get a little overcast?) For example: If you forgot to bring your sons shoes then he gets to wear his snow boots into the restaurant and stomp around saying, "Arggh."
If you can't find anywhere else to eat except for the pay-through-the-caboose Railroad Car Restaurant. Then you get to call it "that really great expensive thing we did this trip".
If your monkeys spent all night screaming and keeping the other campers up then in the morning you get to smile at everyone else and say, "I'm so glad your children didn't keep me up all night long. We really love camping with you. Let's do it again."
