Camping, sounds like fun! Not.

So here's how it went down... The family was sitting around not so long ago and they were musing about what to do during an up coming weekend. Someone other than me came up with the brilliant idea to do something humans call camping. The idea behind this exercise in absurdity is that you leave your perfectly comfortable house and go live in the forest for a while. For this you pay money. I endeavoured as best as I could to highlight the totally ludicrous nature of this proposition. Unfortunately for me, Madeleine reacted to the idea like this. Sigh... So she's really excited and before I know it the car gets loaded up, me included. I don't know why they favour her opinion over mine. What's a hound dog to do? Here's Nana and Madeleine in front of the new tent My job on this "vacation" was that of guard dog; protector of marshmallows, wieners and Kraft Dinner. Pa(w) and Madeleine. Mom and Madeleine. Are we having fun yet? Baby M by the fire. Note the prehistoric art that we found at our site. Madeleine tries out the inside of the tent for size. The one benefit of camping is that Madeleine got to model some pretty sweet looking outfits. As you can tell, she was pretty darn proud of this particular getup. Although unfortunately, it was so darn cold that she had to accent it with a pair of mitts featuring a sports team that my Dad informs me is rubbish. One tradition that human celebrate when they are camping is the ghost story. Basically what happens is someone tells a completely preposterous tale, like these woods are haunted or whatever, and that is supposed to frighten people, yet somehow be enjoyable at the same time. I don't get it. Dad and Mom told Baby M such a story and clearly she was a little spooked. Little did she know that that the real horror was about to begin. Saying it rained overnight wouldn't do it justice. Deluge, or even monsoon would be more accurate. This is what the chairs looked like the following morning. Needless to say, it was awesome. This is where the tent stood a few minutes before. So the trip was cut short. The gear was packed up and we all piled into the Mazda to head home. You see, as a domesticated animal, I know that living indoors is the way to go, and this getting back to nature thing is just foolish. I don't like to say I told you so, but I told you so. New survey!!! Who would you take with you should you need (not choose) to head out into the wilderness and need to build your own shelter?

Pa(w) Leggo or Pa Ingalls?