Aaron and I decided to take the boys camping as a way to soothe their disappointment about not getting to go to the MVHS homecoming football game. Don't ask me why we figured camping would make them less tired than staying up watching the game. Minds work strangely sometimes.
We did an Overton type of camping.
We pitched our tent in the backyard.
Our "fire" such as it was, was charcoal briquettes in a grill starter.
Our marshmallows were rock hard, and provided more entertaining as flaming torches than in gooey s'mores. We tried the s'mores, the marshmallows didn't even ooze.
The wild animals consisted of one cat, who spent the night trying to sneak into the tent.
And the actual sleeping in the tent? That lasted 5 minutes, until Cade decided that it would be more comfortable to sleep in his bed.
But, it was a sweet memory, we got home in 2 seconds, and still smelled like camping.
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