Okay, they're watching a movie now. It's Antz, and somehow the sound of Woody Allen's voice is making me nervous when I hear it in the presence of my kids.

Still, this is a terrific Father's Day idea. The boys are having a tremendous time. The tent is pitched, the fire is blazing, and Mike Foley at my side, roasting marshmallows, shooting video, and drinking as fast as he can in whatever daylight remains.

Tomorrow, we understand, is the longest day of the year. And here we are at 9 p.m. and the sky still has some brightness to it. Very sweet.

I just learned that Mike's dad attended Xavier High School back in the 1940s. We are comparing notes. The kids, off to my left here, are transfixed on the movie which is being played off a DVD in a laptop computer and projected via a digital projector -- I love the 21st century.

So the light is fading, and with all the wine I've had, so am I. The ants are marching. The kids are mesmerized.

And, most of all: there's no way in the world I'm gonna sleep in that tent.

We shall see...