
Vince ate three sandwiches. A record.

As we ate lunch, it started raining. Hard. But we were cub scouts, we pressed on with the camp. We were eagerly looking forward to the next station, BB guns. Everyone was willing to get wet to get a chance to fire a gun, although another mom said a sentiment held by all the adults - "My son owes me..."

Then we heard the thunder and we all trundled into the indoor shelter where songs were sun and after a bit, camp was canceled.
