We had plans for Saturday afternoon/evening that had to be canceled last minute. The kiddos were looking forward to it and rather disappointed, so the DW and I thought we’d pull the tents out of the closet and go camping.

I use the word camping rather loosely. You’ll notice we didn’t even leave the back yard. But, for a last moment get-a-way for the kiddos. It worked perfectly.

With plenty of help, it only took a few minutes to have both of the tents ready. There was some great debate over who was going to sleep where that night – the DW and Peanut already decided they were sleeping in the house. At first, Sissy and Potato Boy thought it would be cool to share the small tent – and be independent. That didn’t last long once Sissy saw how much larger the other tent was. Then, Potato Boy was set on spending the night by himself in the small tent. That lasted until dusk. That’s when I was told I was sleeping in the small tent while the kiddos slept in the large tent. (This actually sounded like the best deal all night.)

Even though Peanut didn’t spend the night in the tent, she still got to join in on some of the fun before dark. Once she figured things out with a little help from her sister, the tent door became an instant game of peek-a-boo.

Oh, and once it got dark and the dog started barking at a distant dirt bike my exile to the small tent was over for some reason.