RJ was not as excited about the daddy daughter campout as McKenna was. The forecast was not good, chance of thunderstorms, but he pushed through. I bought them the traditional camping snacks- rootbeer, cheetos, smores etc. At about 1 a.m., I was woken by the sound of thunder accompanied by flashes of lightening. Rain was beating against the window and I began to worry. I kept waiting to hear the garage door open but it never did. Not surprisingly, they were one of the few to stick it out.
Of course they swung by Little Caesars and got pizza on their way out of town.
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