The drive to camp takes longer than you expected, and there’s nothing to eat along the way but gross fast food. And as you drive, you listen to various conference calls on one phone while you dictate work emails for your daughter to send from your other phone. And you keep losing signal because you’re in the middle of nowhere, Texas. And the fast food has made you vaguely ill. And every part of your body is stiff and uncomfortable. But then you arrive, and she runs ecstatically to join her friends, but not before taking all your cash. Then she stops and runs back to hug you goodbye. And then her friends unexpectedly also come to hug you goodbye. And everybody is giddy. And as you pull away to make the long drive home, you realize that you drove in as a vaguely cranky dad but you’re driving away as a superhero.