My Son, The Capitalist

Before we went up the mountain the Goob was not exactly enthralled with the idea of camping for a long weekend. He explained that his misery was caused by the mere thought of spending three days with PEOPLE in the OUTDOORS. Two of his least favorite things. He went on to explain to me that he doesn't just naturally like to be around people. Says he is just not much of a 'socialist'. That explains a lot. And yet he almost thrived for three full days in the mountains. He managed to live on hot dogs and poptarts. He slept in the tent, climbed on the rocks, went to the river, chatted by the campfire. And I didn't even have to bribe him. Maybe there is more 'socialism' in him than he cares to admit.