Campground for little people.
Five of them spent the night in a tent next to the fire. They giggled and told stories until 11 p.m. when all was suddenly quiet. For good. So Farmguy and I stopped looking at the stars, counting satellites and staring into the flames. We thankfully went to bed. Secure in the knowledge that we would be awakened early.
Just how early we couldn’t have predicted.
Breakfast of champions.
What do you do with five little people who are full throttle giggling and screaming at 5:45 a.m. because of a mosquito attack in a tent? You call them into the house and feed them. It’s the only way to keep them quiet … temporarily. But it does allow the adults to gulp a cup of coffee in peace.
So Farmguy made his infamous pancakes. Three kinds of pancakes. And I made raspberry iced tea because they wanted a tea party and napkins and good manners and the whole works.
Amen to the practicing of good manners.
They dined on strawberry pancakes …
… and chocolate chip pancakes.
And after that, who would bother to eat the plain pancakes?
Campfire girls and campfire boys and cousins campout.
What a great way to start the weekend!
