Paul's golden ticket to the Fathers and Sons campout was finally old enough to go this year. I said he could go last year, but Paul wanted to wait until he was sleeping a little better.
He insisted on wearing his soccer cleats and taking his soccer ball. Look at that proud papa!
They went to the fish hatchery the next morning.
Yes, I teared up when they were leaving and No, I did not sleep very well that night.
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