It's been a pretty good weekend. Most things have gone well, and you and the boys are all having a great time. The only real trouble is that Mike has been being his normal self--- a bit forgetful about things. You've had to remind him several times of the safety rules for camping, and you've been having to repeat yourself when it comes to his chores. You're trying not to be too hard on him, because you don't get to do this kind of thing often, and you're glad he's having a good time.
So, you send him down to the fountain to get some water for you to cook with. You get everything ready, and, ten minutes later, he's still not back. You walk down to check, but don't have to go far before you find
"Yes, Mike, they are. Is that the water you were supposed to bring back ten minutes ago?"
Mike has the grace to blush as he stammers out a 'yes, sir.'
"Mike, I love you, and I'm glad you're enjoying this and interested in it, but that's no excuse for not doing simple chores. If I had your paddle here, I'd bust your butt, and you're lucky none of us brought leather belts."
Then, from behind you, Kevin speaks up.