You know you live in Texas when the guys remodeling your next door neighbor's house are still at it at 8:30 on a Saturday night. 12 hours a day, 6 days a week - isn't that a standard work-week?
You know you live in Houston when you children request sushi for their first post-camp dinner. And you give it to them.
You know you've picked the right summer camp when you wash the shirt your 11 year old played paintball in and it comes clean. Yes, water-soluble paintball pellets. One's pre-school never figured out the "non-permanent paint" thing, but Pine Cove has it down pat.
You know your younger child will be a sore trial to his wife someday when every picture taken at camp all week shows him wearing the same outfit. Six days, one really foul white swim-shirt. Ugh.
You know your older son enjoyed camp when he and three of his cabinmates insist on re-registering for the same week next year before they will allow you to leave the premises, and they painstakingly write down each other's full names to make sure they get to be in the same cabin as one another again next year.
You know you've been married a long time when you buy your husband a new shredder for Father's Day, give it to him early, and he's actually happy about it.
That's all I know for now.