Not speaking to each other

I feel bad. Last night, when I tucked Jared into bed, I asked him if he was excited to go to camping this weekend. I told him how excited I was to take him to Yellowstone so he could see a real geyser and the bubbling hot pots and all that fun evidence of a hot spot. He got a puzzled look on his face and said, "in Arizona?"

We're going to Arizona in July. We've been trying to make plans for that trip at pretty much the same time we were making plans for Jackson Hole and Yellowstone this weekend.

This morning, Jared drew a picture "of us camping this weekend." He drew a very accurate rendition of our tent (correct colors and all!) with yellow stars in a black sky.

Oops, I guess I forgot to tell him that we're borrowing a trailer to sleep in, a trailer with a heater, because tonight's low at Yellowstone is 16 degrees.

I don't understand! I'm always talking to him, telling him everything as we plan it. He needs that. He needs to know what to expect, or he can end up a very unhappy camper (pardon the pun.) So why haven't I talked to him more about the trip?

On the other hand, I did tell him about the foil dinners and baked apples that we used to make in the campfire when I was little. Now I'm obliged to provide the same yummy dinner and dessert on this trip. He's so excited for that!