It was that time of year...The Father and Sons weekend was this past Friday and Saturday and the boys were super excited to go. (All but one that is...the BIG ONE) Mike packed like they were leaving for a week. not 14 hours. Be that as it may, I do know that camping is not his favorite thing but he was a good sport and off they went.
I was told that as soon as they passed our church building, which is about, ummmm 3 minutes away from our house if you don't make the light, Mike was asked, "How much longer"...no joke. It was a long drive and the boys don't do drives well.
But they made it and everyone in one piece. They had a great time, despite Baker's "blood incident".
Saturday they were home by 10 am and the car was at the car wash by 11. We were swimming by 11:30. They had a great time and I know Mike is grateful he has another year before he has to do it again!!!
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That is the weekend you are supposed to fly out and see me! Poor Mike. What a good dad.
So the big question is "What did Mom do with her free time?" Color me jealous!
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