Flyin' the coop

He's gone again. I dropped him off at camp on Sunday with barely a "bye, mom!" before he lugged all his gear upstairs to claim a bunk. This is Drew's third year doing both summer and winter camps at this particular place so he's obviously gotten comfortable with the routine, the counselors, and the other kids in attendance. In the past we've taken several minutes to identify The Perfect Bunk before he would let me help him unpack the necessities like flashlight, book and fan, unfurl the sleeping bag, and then we would meander downstairs for the requisite good bye hugs. This year it was good bye routine, hello independent teenager.

What he doesn't know is that I flew the coop as well. Barely 12 hours after "bye, mom" from Mr. Independent Teenager, I jumped on a train to New York. Hello, Big Apple! It was a day of gastronomical delights, sights and smells, a celebration for April, a quintessential NY hair raising taxi ride, a wonderful visit to Kate's Paperie, and dinner at Artisanal before catching the train home. Delicious. Delectable. De-frickin'-fabulous!