The straw that broke the camel's back was the announcement that lunch would not be served to individuals who did not pick their church clothes off of the floor and hang them in their closets.
"I'm leaving here and never coming back!" my daughter shouted as she lugged a pink plastic pet carrier stuffed with living essentials down the stairs.
"We'll miss you," said my husband as he took a bite out of his sandwich.
"Can I have her room?" Cortlen asked hopefully.
The soon-to-be emancipated minor let out a long angry howl. "That's it!" she screamed. "I'm leaving now!"
"I'm thinking about making some cookies later," I said. "Do you want to wait and take some for the road?"
The traveler weighed her options. Decisions, decisions. After successfully talking a poodle Webkin and Island Princess Barbie out of the pet carrier to make room for a Tupperware container of freshly baked treats, Camber decided that nothing would be lost by delaying her departure.
P.S. I have pictures of the event, but you'll have to wait until Cameron gets out of the hospital and I can get back to my computer at home!