Dad took the kids camping yesterday and today and found a great place to go fishing.  He only ended up taking 3, 4,5,6 with him but they had a great time--that is until the realities of life came crashing down on them.  Fishing is a great thing, but when you kill the fish and start cutting it apart,  it was more than #5 could handle.  He had named his fish Biff and really thought he was going to take it home to live in a tank, after all "fish are friends, not food!"  

#5 has now been home an hour and we have fried and eaten Biff, and he has not stopped crying since he left the fish cleaning station.   That was at 10:00 am this morning.  I'm not sure he will ever eat meat again.  

Dad is not sure camping in this area is a great thing if you want sleep.  It is dark around 10:00 and light at 4:30 am.  You guessed it the kids were up and rearing to go as soon as the light hit the sky!  And I was complaining about having to wake up at 8:00am with #7 this morning....