It all started with a Father and son's camp out. I took my 2 youngest boys and we had a great time. We took the boat and actually slept in the boat instead of setting up a tent.
|A sleepy 8 year old.|
We had a partial roof but could still see the stars. It was cool but not cold and the night was very calm. We made smores and even roasted some Starbursts over the fire. (Try it if you never have before.) We had a great campfire discussion that included a joke telling contest. There were probably 50 people around the fire and some of the jokes were pretty funny. Wyatt yelled "I have a joke about a Mexican but it's not racist!" and that elicited more laughter than the joke itself did.
|A 5 year old waking up|
We pulled lots of kids around on a tube and had a few spills. There were kids catching fish right and left (though I didn't catch any.) And this morning the pancakes and bacon were excellent.
Anyway, I guess none of that explains why I am a bad husband, so here it is... After I pulled the boat out of the garage, JaNae saw what a mess it was and cleaned the garage while I was gone... So basically, I'm off boating and camping while my wife who just had surgery for cancer and is preparing for chemotherapy stayed home and cleaned the garage... I feel kinda like a putz.