This past weekend, I took my boys to a father-son weekend. Well, we went up for the Day on Saturday. It’s at a camp in the middle of the woods where they shot rifles, rode horses, ate marshmallows the size of your fist, and watched their dad fail at fire making.
Before we went, Owen (5) asked me about bears up there. This is the exact conversation. It was later had with Cole (3) almost word for word:
Owen: Dad, the father-son is in the middle of the woods, right? Are there bears up there?
Me: Well, it’s in the woods, but there’s no bears where we’re going and where we’ll be.
Owen: If we do see a bear, you know what we should do?
Me: What, Owen?
Owen: We should run after it jump on it. Then, we can shake our booties at it! And we can fart at him! Hahahaha!
Where do they get this from? My guess is their mom.
And as an added bonus, here’s some pics from the weekend.
