So the Story Goes

The short story:  I find Sydney, who is naked, huddling and crying hysterically in a sleeping bag.

The long story..

I had floated the idea of a camp over for Sydney's friends, Nora and Bennett, during the beginning of the summer, and it all came to fruition on Labor Day weekend.  So Nora, Bennett, and their father came over bearing tents and sleeping bags, and as soon as the tent was erected, the kids disappeared into some wonderland of their own.

The campout was successful, for the most part, with both kids deciding at the last minute to sleep with me in my small tent rather in the big Coleman six-person tent, and the night passed and the morning came without incident, and all was well.

Then we adults got busy, as we are wont to do, and, based on yesterday's self-baby-sitting performance, spent less time than we perhaps should have looking after the children... or perhaps we thought someone else was looking after them... or something, but in any event, what I finally got out of Sydney was this:

Nora asked Sydney if she wanted to take off her clothes and, for some reason, Sydney said yes.  Sydney and Nora and Bennett all played for awhile thus, Sydney sans clothes, until Sydney apparently wanted to put her clothes back on but forgot where they were, and also, apparently, forgot that there were more clothes waiting for her in her room in the house.  Then, forgetting about the clothes problem, Sydney and Bennett decided to play a game with a sleeping bag called Who Can Get Out of The Sleeping Bag, which involved getting into the bag, zipping it up and then cinching up the top.  It turned out that Bennett could get out of the sleeping bag, but Sydney could not, and so Bennett went to find an Adult, but said Adult didn't really understand what he was trying to tell her.

This is how I found Sydney, naked, upset, and stuck in a sleeping bag.  All par for the course on a Labor Day weekend, right?