Friday night was the Father/sons campout. I didn't tell Daniel he was going camping until Friday morning because I knew he would be too excited. When Daniel is excited, he talks, and talks, and talks.

Taking matters into his own hands.
Daniel loaded the car himself because we were doddling.


"Where are this kids shoes? Where is his mother? Is this child in charge of that whole bag of candy?"
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