My daughter had a high school retreat. I signed the permission slip and paid the fee. She packed her backpack and grabbed her sleeping bag from the closet.
An hour before we left, I felt very proud of myself for suggesting we double check her items with the packing list–well in advance of leaving, mind you. (Seriously, I was like, Go me!)
Pajamas–check
Shower shoes–check
Socks and hiking shoes–check check
Everything was going great. Then I got to the bottom of the list: