“Father daughter camping trip! Father daughter camping trip!” The two seven year olds in the backseat chanted it again, bouncing up and down to their own rythym.
In the front, Jason looked at his brother and rolled his eyes. Jeff laughed. “I’m betting they’ll be less enthusiastic after a night in a tent,” he said.
Jason grinned. “I wouldn’t count on that. Remember last year? After three nights, they were ready to stay forever.”
“That’s because Jenny decided she could supply herself with food forever after she caught that trout.”
The chant in the back seat changed to “Fishing! Fishing! Fishing!”
Jason laughed. “You guys are making so much noise you’re going to scare all the fish away,” he said.
“Oh no we won’t!” Jill crowed. They started chanting again. “Father daughter camping trip! Father daughter camping trip!”
Loretta Miles Tollefson © 2014