My son knows how to travel light.
He went to Disney World for five days with nothing but a back pack. That’s a book-bag back pack, not a camping back pack.
He plans to move cross-country this fall carrying one—maybe two—suitcases.
So when he and I decided to drive south to visit my parents for two and a half days, when all we were going to do was sit around and talk and eat and talk some more, I certainly didn’t expect much in the way of luggage from him.
But when I came downstairs I was surprised to see a duffel bag and a back pack, in addition to assorted other stand alone items.
And then he asked if Grandma would have an iron he could use.
I may be slow, but I’m not stupid. It finally dawned on me that this about-face with regard to packing strategy might be related to the fact that after the trip to see the grandparents he would be spending a weekend with a friend from school, a friend who is a girl, a girl friend perhaps?, a friend for whom it is apparently worth hauling a bunch of stuff along.