Cars and Camping

The boys recently had two Father and Son outings: one in our ward, and the other with my dad. The first one was a derby for the the males to show how creative and crafty they are with tools, paint, and decals. This is the Sharp car, which Brandon named the Pirate Racer. Arr.
He wanted to name it Speed Racer, but Cliff convinced him to think of a name that went with the pirate theme. Brandon was disappointed that daddy couldn't make it look like the Ferrari picture he found online, and also when it didn't win every time. But he did still have fun.
Cliff was also supposed to make and bring a treat to share, and I am sure that if we looked on a chart, the results for treats would have looked a little like this: 50% chips with some kind of dip, 10% assorted grilled meats, and the rest would be something that the husband had begged and pleaded his wife to make for him anyway. We fell into the last category because I am a sucker, and made banana pudding.

My dad's ward had a Father and Son campout, and since all of his sons are in different states and he likes Clifford the best anyway, he invited him and our boys to come. Brandon was a little worried when I told him he was going on a campout, because it would be in the woods. I told him it would be all right, but he started to get a little scared again after seeing all the trees. Wild animals live in the woods, you know.

However, there were lots of fun games to play, and I am going to brag a little bit now. They decided to do a Highland Games theme, and had a caber toss (a very long and heavy log), boulder throw, etc. Cliff was the champ. And he even has the legs for a kilt, if he wanted to wear one.

Brandon was nervous until he made a friend named Johnny and found some good sticks. Then it was all okay. They arrived in time to eat ribs, made S'mores after games and dinner, and had a lot of fun. He got a little scared during the night when the wind really started to blow, but cuddled up with DanDan which helped.

Hey, I am not the one with the camera here. I just post the pictures. Maybe this was an exceptional port-a-potty. I don't know.

The next morning they had a traditional heart attack breakfast, went for a hike, and then packed up and headed home. Amazingly, Benjamin had no serious accidents or head injuries up there, and really liked camping. Brandon left the sticks there at the campsite for the next little boy to use and play with. And yes, Clifford did come up with that line so Brandon would leave them. Which he did.