Sand Dunes

We went on our first camping trip of the year to the Sand Dunes.  It was a blast.  The day we left was really busy and I decided to let Josh pack his own bag.  I told him what needed to be in it and then sent him off to pack.  I thought my directions were clear but I should know better than that by now.  We left Friday afternoon and Josh disappeared as soon as we arrived.  He spent the next 3 hours up on the dunes playing with cousins and friends.  The next time I see him, he is teary eyed and covered in sand.  Someone had thrown some sand and it had gotten into his eyes.  By now it was about 8pm and I told him to go ahead and change out of his wet, sandy, and booger covered clothes and get his pajamas on. Mike thought I was crazy saying there was still plenty of time to play outside.  So I told Josh to get on some clean shorts instead.  "You did pack some shorts, right?"
"I have some shorts for my shirt" he says.
I open his bag to find the main compartment stuffed with his blanket.  No clothes.  I open the little side pockets and pull out some clothes.  Josh has packed 1 pair of pants, 1 long sleeve and 1 short sleeve shirt, and a pair of feet pajamas. He also didn't clean out his bag very well since the last time he had used it and so there was also a pair of dirty 'soft' pants and short sleeve shirt. Gross.  No socks, no underwear.  No sandals or hat.  But no worries, Josh didn't care.  Luckily there were no big disasters or emergencies and he was able to survive with what he brought.  He also brought a bandana home from school that he got from "Camp Learn-A-Lot."  It covered his head which was good.  I guess I can't complain.
Saturday morning when Josh woke up, I asked him if he had been cold during the night. "Nope" he said, "not even one piece of me was cold." Mike went running and I went back to bed while Josh got dressed and headed outside.  2 hours later, I take some sunscreen and a squeeze-it and go out to the dunes in search of Josh.  When I called his name, he reluctantly got up from the hole he was digging and, with his head hung low, walked over to me.  "What's wrong?" I ask him.
"I was having so much fun." Realizing he thinks I'm going to make him come inside I reassure him that I'm just there to put sunscreen on him and to give him something to drink.  His face brightens a little as I hurry and put on his sunscreen.  As he finishes drinking his squeeze-it, he hands it back to me saying "I'm done with my liquid drink." Before I have time to respond he is already back in his hole and covered in sand.  I laughed all the way back to camp.