Last weekend was the stake father-son camp out. After a little "persuasion" from Mommy, Daddy decided to take me on my first camping trip. I had the time of my life. Not only was I able to get filthy (which my mom HATES), play with fire (yes, my Dad allowed me to make my own smores), run through tents and eat junk until I passed out. You should have seen the look on my Mom's face when she found out I had 7 smores!
Monday, May 19, 2008
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