A few weeks ago our ward had its annual father and kids campout. I was thrilled not to be invited and happily shooed Dallas and the three big kids out the door while Madison and I enjoyed a relaxing, quiet evening.
The first time we went camping with the kids we bought Cheetos to have with our dinner. Little did we know that we were starting a tradition in which our children equate camping with those little neon orange puffs and insist that they be present anytime we pitch a tent.
We purchased that most important piece of camping equipment and you can see how vital that bag was; almost every picture Dallas took featured Cheetos:
They found a field of poppies and surprisingly were able to ditch the Cheeto bad and take a few pictures without it: