Not much of a story, but it makes me smile

Hey kids,

We went camping this weekend. Kinda. I told you kids that it was "camping," but there were no tents or sleeping on the ground involved. We left for home after a day of camping-like activities and a late dinner by the campfire.

So late that night, the lantern was attracting all sorts of moths while we ate. A giant moth the size of a dinner plate lands on Wavy and starts walking up her chest towards her face. She looks down at it, and with a look of pure delight on her face, says, "What's this?" Well, in Wavy's case, it comes out more like, "Wash ish?" I shoo it away.

Moments later, on the other side of the table, a much smaller moth lands on Jakob's soda can. He jumps into the air, flies into my lap and is whooping, "Momma! What's that!? What's that?!"

Also, I think you can tell in your guys' body language in the photo above which one of you has more of a chance at a career with animals.

Toldja... not much of a story. Or blog entry, for that matter. But it's a start. Love you.

PS: I think this weekend really was the end of summer, kids. Unofficial, official or otherwise. The joker on the radio on the way home tonight said there was a slight chance of snow in the higher elevations tomorrow. Sigh.