I am not a big fan of camping.
Well - actually, I have never been camping, but I really don't think I would like it. It's not that I am a girly-girl that can't deal, but the idea of hiking long distances, sleeping outdoors, on the ground, around the critters and bugs and slimy, slithery things is not my idea of a vacation - or a good time.
Z is rabid to sleep in a tent, begs us to buy sleeping bags, coolers, lanterns, flashlights, and wind up radios.
Tonight, I am going to surprise her with a new adventure. I have stocked the cooler with drinks and snacks. I have set up her princess tent and two sleeping bags in her playroom. I have hung cut out stars from the ceiling. I have strategically placed bears, bunnies, tigers and lions into every nook and cranny in her space. I have put batteries in every flashlight we own.
Tonight, we will camp.
On a Wednesday.
And, although she will most likely cry and tell me that this is not really camping, it will be a memory that she carries past this Wednesday night. I hope that it's a good one.