When we got to camp, I started to blow into my old pad.
Dizzy and annoyed, I looked up. John’s 6-year-old kid had already finished his, just by stepping on the built-in foot pump.
At first, I laughed because John's kid would get the worst night of sleep... I mean, if their pad was so small and easy to set up, then it must surely be uncomfortable.
But the next morning, they were up 2 hours before me, laughing and making coffee, while I was still lying with a sore back.
So I asked them how their sleep was, and John just said, "How can you even ask that? You should borrow it for yourself!"
And when I laid down on it, it wasn't what I expected...