When I asked him about it he matter of factly told me that there is poop in the grass when we go camping. Sometimes I marvel at the things that make an impression on my sweet boy, it wasn't the majestic mountains or roaring rivers that lingered in his memory...
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
camping memories...according to Luke
Today Luke was drawing a picture of our family camping trip. There were the essentials, like our family, a tent, a tree, campfire, and grass. And some extra bonuses, like brown lumps in the grass that he clarified was, indeed poop.
When I asked him about it he matter of factly told me that there is poop in the grass when we go camping. Sometimes I marvel at the things that make an impression on my sweet boy, it wasn't the majestic mountains or roaring rivers that lingered in his memory...
When I asked him about it he matter of factly told me that there is poop in the grass when we go camping. Sometimes I marvel at the things that make an impression on my sweet boy, it wasn't the majestic mountains or roaring rivers that lingered in his memory...
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