When dinosaur camp was confused with camping, there was disappointment on a small boy’s face.
That has now been rectified.
It started with backyard camping to see how things would go.
The tent was set up. The camping chairs were brought out. The appropriate sticks were acquired and fashioned for optimum roasting.
No time was wasted in getting those hot dogs over the charcoals. (The deck was only set on fire a little bit.)
The toddler roasted his own (and did a fine job, too).
Of course cooked hot dogs are no good, so you give that one to your mother and then you eat one raw. And then another. Then it’s time for s’mores. And another (raw) hot dog.
Whew. All that camping practice is exhausting.
Even the dog thought so.
And that was mama’s cue to go inside and sleep in her own bed. 😉
Result: Camping practice a success! On to the real thing.
Camping must-haves, according to a three-year-old: boots.
(Camping is thirsty work, apparently.)
And then a happy discovery: flush toilets!
Grandpa and Grandma came out for the marshmallows.
A bit of tossing and turning in the night, and the bacon was forgotten at home, but he made the best of the breakfast hour.
Overall result: one happy camper.
