We survived our annual trip to the cooler pines so we can bond as father and sons/brothers.
We used the old standbys to help us bond: green lasers, remote controlled fart machines, movies in the tent, lasertag guns, a car sickness episode, melted marshmallows on clothes, peeing on trees, and not washing our hands.
Toby didn't get nearly as dirty this year and mostly wanted to hang out in the tent, although he did like wandering off with the big flashlight whenever he could.
TJ was more mature this year as he was able to strategically place the fart machine without giggling out loud and giving away the joke - I guess that is maturity?!?
I again failed to remember all of the essentials for a good night sleep - in past years I've forgotten the air mattress or the pump (or even the inverter to power the pump) and this year I forgot pillows. At least we had jackets that could substitute.
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You realize that you have been going to Father/Sons for over 30 years. I was a bit stressed as my 1 year old - well almost 2 year old - son departed with his father solo for the first time. Looks like you survived once again!
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