My son complained to me that he has been having a boring summer, and now it's almost over.

My first reaction: Here! Do some chores!

My second reaction: Yeah, well, MY summer hasn't exactly been full of WOOOOO-HOOOO! either.

My third reaction: Wait a minute, buster...

We went swimming:

We hung out with family:

We went camping:

We went to Fort Point:

We barbecued:

We went to the fair twice - where you conquered the roller coaster:

And the second time? You won the screaming contest.

We tried every hamburger joint in town:

And we put your hiney in a sling and launched it skyward:

You hammered our front porch into a colorful scene of chalk carnage:

You got a booster shot without drama:

And you enjoyed 6th grade orientation.

You also went to the river with your grandparents, the beach a couple times and attended two different camps for two different weeks and I've gotta say, buddy, I know it's not like we were in Disneyland, but summer hasn't been an exercise in boredom.