Camp Moriah

At a time which shall remain unmentioned, and with a family that shall remain nameless (lest the boys in question be embarrassed now or at a future date)….

One year at Camp, a mother joyfully sent her two young sons off to the little boys cabin. For the first time in their Camp history, they were old enough to tend to themselves, and not require her to look after them for things like showers… or so she thought! On coming home after a week of the joys which only Camp Moriah can afford little boys (including, undoubtedly, plenty of frog-catching and snake-hunting, playing in the dirt and mud, getting into the lake, etc.), she wearily called on her family to bring their dirty clothes into the laundry room so that she might begin to make a dent in the week’s worth of filthy laundry which had accumulated. Her two boys proudly announced that they didn’t have any! Aghast, she opened their suitcases, and — sure enough! — there was a week’s worth of clean clothes, just as she had packed them.