By the way, two entries ago when I wrote about the packing to leave for camping, I had mentioned I sent Geoff up to find his mess kit for eating at the camp. He couldn't find it, and flipped out, breaking his gianormous piggy bank and thus leading to us having to clean his room to spotlessness on Tuesday.
I found the mess kit.
It was actually up on his book shelf. Stacked nicely and neatly. Waiting. To be packed to go camping.
Sometimes, looking up when you're looking for something is the way to go.