Fathers and Sons

What a great plan to have all of the dads and boys go on a campout! It gave me treasured time to spend one-on-one with Madi...but I'll talk about that later. This is all about the boys. All of what I am about to tell you is hearsay, as I was not actually there. So, I'll do the best I can to document the tale.
They left on Friday afternoon. Brant actually took the whole day off work so that he could get prepared. He is way over-compulsive sometimes, but if they would have gotten stranded at the campground for a week--they would have lived well.
The boys spent at least a week before talking about the camp out and how excited they were to go. I think that started the momentum. They set up the tent all by themselves. And though Brant was prepared, he forgot to buy "D" batteries for the pump, ergo, no air mattress. They roughed it on the ground. Needless to say, Brant didn't sleep much.
The boys immediately made friends with a group of older boys. Brant said the kids thought our boys were so cool. (I have to agree and totally get their cool factor.) They fish in Lake Lindsay--which is a catch and release--so they took pictures to prove their work. Worms weren't doing much. The boys suggested hotdogs, simply because that's what they would want if they were fish. Surprisingly, it worked remarkably.
They swam in the lake and were carefully guarded by the Bishops daughter, who was serving as a life guard. It's the first time in their lives they were speechless. As soon as she tried to talk to them, they clamored behind Brant. He said they thought she was too pretty to talk to. How do they already get that at their age?
They roasted hot dogs and marshmellows and had a grand time. They told Brant they wanted to move there and that their grandma, mom, and Madi could come and visit them.
The flashlight fashioned around Lane's chest is because he is Iron Man. (Iron Man has a light on his chest.)




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