The young sire has set a challenge for himself. He's going to live outside.
"For how long?" I ask.
"Three days," he says with firm determination. The fact that he has yet to spend a single night outside, that he doesn't really like to sleep in a room alone, and doesn't like the dark are all details that seem to have escaped him.
I guess part of parenting is letting your kids figure things out on their own. Their ambitious plans to dig a hole to the center of the earth, or make a minecraft mod with full AI characters are amazing dreams, and I think it's better that they figure out that they're going to stay that way on their own, rather than have Dad always be the "well actually" guy.
I don't give very good odds that we're going to make it through the first night. Especially since the prediction is for rain tonight and the hammock is mosquito proof, but not rain proof.
It's going to be an adventure. That's what matters.