That they are. Campers and the Zig.
Watching them interact each day, all day, is one of the greatest joys I have.
Minus the "Matchbox Car" moments.
Even though I have no doubt that we will be talking about that little incident at many-a-family-dinner in the distant future. Permanent scars do that, I suppose.
But they have a bond like no other.
Which is good, because as they go through their years of parental-mistake therapy, they'll need the support.
