It'll feel better at Camping

Buck and I started camping with the grands when Brayden was three and Joe and Abby were two. Brayden is now nine. Joe and Abby are almost eight. Cayson is four. Little Brody's two and a half.
One night when Abby was about three, she told her Papaw she didn't feel good. She had a tummy ache. Then that sweet baby girl looked at her Papaw and gravely said "it'll feel better at camping."
Buck and I took the grands camping again this weekend. All 5. By ourselves. No parents. We all had a blast. Our favorite campground is Kincaid Lake in Kisatchie National Forest.
Buck bought a fishing license so he could help them fish. No fish were harmed in the venture, but all the worms drowned. I helped him ready the poles until the hooks were tied on. Brayden, Joe, Abby, and Cayson fished for several hours. They got pretty good at swinging their baited hooks back into the water without snagging anything or anyone.
While the others fished, Brody and I walked back to the camper for snacks. He enjoyed climbing up and down the trail to the lake. I pointed out a hole so he wouldn't fall in it. He didn't. He jumped in with both feet and a very loud "oh, no! I fell in hole!"  It's fun to be two! Of course, he found it again on the return trip.
The kids rode their bikes a lot. Cayson could be heard from the other side of the campground as he rode because his training wheels are hard plastic. That plastic and the asphalt road made a lot of noise.
Brayden and Joe tossed a football around with Buck. Abby and I sat in the sun for a lesson in crochet.
We roasted hot dogs and toasted s'mores. And no campfire is complete without hot cocoa.