“Let’s go over our lists,” Father said. “I have the tents and the grill.”
“No thanks,” Brother said. “I’m going to catch rabbits and barbecue them on Dad’s grill. I also have a sweet astral guide, so I can know which stars are which.”
“You’re disgusting!” Sister gasped.
“Now, now,” Mother soothed. “To each his own. I’m hoping to get some pics of the elusive Wild Murder Goat, and then sell them to the Enquirer.”
Father rolled his eyes. “There’s no goat. But we’re all gonna have a super fun camping weekend! Right, family?”