At about 5 in the afternoon there was a fsssssshhhhhWHOOOM noise.
A suitcase crater appeared in the living room with a five yard debris field of socks, t-shirts and unmentionables.
Five bagels, four hot dogs, a bag of cereal, half a gallon of milk, a pint of ice-cream, sundry bits of toast, fruit, vegetables, lunch-meat, cream cheese etc disappeared from their usual haunts.
a large cello case surfaced directly in front of the front door in ideal tripping location.
A steady hum of talk was heard, punctuated by "look at this!" and "but the best bit was" and "guess what my ring tone is?" until late into the evening*.
Come 4:20 in the morning peace descended again.
The Male Child is off to camp number 2.
*At which point I had to say "AUGH! You are. not. packed. I am getting up at 4 to take you to the airport. I am leaving the room now." I'm pretty sure the talk went on, but as my door was closed I was blissfully unaware.