Camping was a God Send. Except for The Demon. Gawd…
They don’t spank, fine, but could you at least DISCIPLINE?????? Gawd..
We brought 10 waterguns. We have 2 left. He broke the rest. Gawd….
We brought shit for smores. Except he dumped the marshmallows into the dirt – and then proceeded to eat them for the next 2 days. Out of the dirt. I was starting to entertain the idea that this boy needed some help, when I saw him dump the goldfish crackers on the ground and eat them as well. He’s not ‘special’, he’s mental. He knows exactly what he’s doing. No one else will eat them out of the dirt. Now he doesn’t have to share. Then he would steal the donuts and hide behind the tree just staring at everyone as he ate. Creepy little shit. He’s 4 – and they let him ride around this big circle campground on his bicycle, around cars and other campers and he had to ride one leg of the main road to finish the loop. Idiocy. AND he did this until 11pm. ??? He threw sand in some little girls face. He tried to push Ian. He never…..NEVER wore shoes, and he would play in the water, make mud, and track his fucking feet into my tent. Gawd….. Gawd.
He threw his fishing pole into the lake. He threw his life vest into the lake. He threw b’s hat (his ku hat) into the lake. I had to go to the restroom to laugh my ass off.
You reap what you sow motherfuckers.