Benconomics has struck again.
Background: While I was in NJ, Ben was taking a scouting trip to Maine with a friend of ours and their plan was to camp. Our tent, a reasonably nice two-man tent was up in the backyard for kiddy play. Ben was rushed prior to his trip so rather than take down the tent and go, he simply stopped and bought a new HUGE tent. It's about 10'x16' or some such nonsense. Oh, and one of those pads for sleeping and a couple of camp chairs. Ben does nothing halfway.
Anneconomics is NOTHING like Benconomics in case you were wondering. Anneconomics is either somewhat frugal or somewhat cheap depending on your definition.
Sam had been asking to to sleep in the tent even since his daycare did a camping segment and Ben had promised they would. Notice that I never made such a promise? A father son bonding opportunity, that's what it is, right?
After watching the fireworks over the lake, we meandered our way home in the company of friends, strangers, and neighbors and it was time for backyard camping! Sam was wired. I think the box of animal crackers he consumed while exclaimining "That's the biggest flower I've ever seen!" hundreds of times during the fireworks was accidentally filled with puppy uppers or kiddie crack, obviously something other than food.
I plopped myself down in the comfort of the bed, opened the doors to the porch, and listed while Sam bounced around the tent while narrating every little thing and pointing out every little (and big bug). It went on an on and on and suddenly it went deadly silent. According to Ben there was no transition time between bouncing and dead to the world.
Morning came quickly though and they were up at about 6am. They staggered in the house, Ben fell into bed to continue sleeping but not Sam. He was up and he wanted to show me the tent. We meandered outside and hung out in the tent and you know, I regretted, just a little bit, that I hadn't joined them in their adventure.
Background: While I was in NJ, Ben was taking a scouting trip to Maine with a friend of ours and their plan was to camp. Our tent, a reasonably nice two-man tent was up in the backyard for kiddy play. Ben was rushed prior to his trip so rather than take down the tent and go, he simply stopped and bought a new HUGE tent. It's about 10'x16' or some such nonsense. Oh, and one of those pads for sleeping and a couple of camp chairs. Ben does nothing halfway.
Anneconomics is NOTHING like Benconomics in case you were wondering. Anneconomics is either somewhat frugal or somewhat cheap depending on your definition.
Sam had been asking to to sleep in the tent even since his daycare did a camping segment and Ben had promised they would. Notice that I never made such a promise? A father son bonding opportunity, that's what it is, right?
After watching the fireworks over the lake, we meandered our way home in the company of friends, strangers, and neighbors and it was time for backyard camping! Sam was wired. I think the box of animal crackers he consumed while exclaimining "That's the biggest flower I've ever seen!" hundreds of times during the fireworks was accidentally filled with puppy uppers or kiddie crack, obviously something other than food.
I plopped myself down in the comfort of the bed, opened the doors to the porch, and listed while Sam bounced around the tent while narrating every little thing and pointing out every little (and big bug). It went on an on and on and suddenly it went deadly silent. According to Ben there was no transition time between bouncing and dead to the world.
Morning came quickly though and they were up at about 6am. They staggered in the house, Ben fell into bed to continue sleeping but not Sam. He was up and he wanted to show me the tent. We meandered outside and hung out in the tent and you know, I regretted, just a little bit, that I hadn't joined them in their adventure.
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Aww, that's sweet! But I can't believe he actually stayed out there til 6 am - I figured they'd be back in before midnight.
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