I think I've got him covered. I made sure of it this time. As much as I'd love to tell him to suck it up, I am erring on the side of making everyone happy.
Puffs up my chest, feels like a good Mom thing to do.
Until I realized that I only packed Gray five pairs of swim shorts. No pajamas. No underwear. No other clothes. And definitely not his sandals.
That seems to be the way it goes.