Band Camp

This time last year, we were on week three of band camp. Who could have guessed that this year we'd be trapped in our house and missing that incessant noise.

Austin: I’m going to call the police. I’m going to be a nuisance caller. I’m going to complain to them every day. I’m going to hold out the phone. Can you hear that noise? I’m going to shake my fist. Damn kids.