Sam was at Boy Scout camp for two weeks. For two weeks things at home remained in sensible places. Sam came home from Boy Scout camp after two weeks.
“Sam, please take your shoes (muddy, not on feet) off the couch.”
To which newly returned Animal Farm boy, apparently feeling a tongue in cheek type feistiness, strode over, picked them up off the couch, lifted them high over his head and hurtled them toward Earth.
“There! Off the couch.”
Pause, breathe in, pause, breathe out.
“Oh how I missed my teen toddler,” rolled off my tongue from I don’t know where.
And now I wonder how that nomenclature never occurred to me before, after having traversed four other sojourns through this period pre-