You realize, don't you, that you're completely and totally ruining your kid's life, right? Camping trips under a billion stars? Significant, substantial interaction, leaving her grateful and safe? Communing with nature in ways that have basically become trite and mannered for those not aware of the simple, sublime context of it all?

She'll never forget these trips. For the rest of her life, she'll look back fondly on them. For the rest of her life. And after you're gone, she'll weep quietly at the most unexpected times.

I hope you're happy with yourself.

I know, I know. It's an ongoing theme. Deal.