As summer was lazily winding to an end, I was in the mood to throw a party. By this time of the year, I've had my fill of barbecues, swim parties and mosquitos in general. However, I had been promising my six year old son that he could have a camp out with a few friends. As with most parties hosted by our family, a few guests turned into a whole lot of guests. An evening of water balloons, pizza, smores and flashlight tag entertained 12 little boys until the wee hours of the morning. What began as a way to celebrate the end of summer has turned into a new tradition for the boys and for the dads (well, and me). Maybe next year, they will fall asleep before the sun rises.