Campout...or CampIn

Just the other day the girls informed me they were old enough to stage their own campout on our front lawn. All night long. Without parents. And because I am who I am, I quickly kaboshed that idea. Naturally. And without blinking an eye, even. I'm not all for leaving my kids out all night on the front lawn alone. Might as well pitch a big sign with an arrow pointing to the tent with the words inscribed "Free For The Taking!" (Don't judge me.)
 So I compromised. I let them have a "campout day". Which is not quite the same, but still fun, none the less. The girls rounded up some toys and essentials, pitched the half-a-person-sized tent, and began their adventure.

Since hanging out in a tiny tent and inhaling everyone else's recycled air is only fun for a little while, they decided to spice things up a bit and go for a swim.

After a cool dip in the pool the girls had worked up an appetite and so I rounded up some good ol' fashioned camping food. Weenies, chips and s'mores. All over an open fire. Well, except the chips, of course. Oh, and don't worry...no children were injured in this raging inferno I started for them. Because I AM the world's best fire-starter...remember? (It's doubtful their hot-dogs were cooked all the way through...)

Later in the afternoon they got a bit rained out. Well, actually a lot rained out. As all good camping trips do. (Note the abandoned tent now folded on it's side in pathetic fashion.)





Ah....good summer memories in the making.