Morgen finished dinner early yesterday. She was too busy calling for her tent to eat anymore. She then proceeded to run around and/or hover anxiously as her father and I squabbled over who knew best how to put the thing together. Not that we were really squabbling. Everyone knows I've been camping more than Gavin...ok, maybe we squabbled a little bit. But most importantly, the thirty-minutes between the end of dinner and the beginning of bed and bath time were spent in the great indoor-outdoors last night. Morgen discovered the joys of static electricity, played peekaboo through her tent window, and tried to use the inside tent wall as a slide - good thing we're on the ground floor, and that Morgen's diaper has lots of padding. I don't think our neighbours would have appreciated all the thumping, and the kid's bum would otherwise have been very, very bruised. I think she'll be ready for the bouncy castles next time there is a street festival - but if we do take her camping in a real tent, we'll have a lot of explaining to do about how not to knock the thing over.
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