pitch a tent

{After a quick glance at the title of the blog post, I bet you thought I went camping. C'mon, surely you know me better than that!}

It's about the boys and their new favorite thing, tents. Real tents, not the kind you make w/two chairs and a sheet but a real camping tent. I have no idea where this newly developed love came from b/c we've never been camping, don't own a real tent, nor have we ever even talked about owning one. They just decided they needed a tent. So, what do you think the grandmas did? Ran out and bought them tents. Maw-maw bought an outdoor tent for her house and Grammar bought them each a tent for their beds.

After spending countless hours in tents, they are now asking if we can go camping.

My reply, "Of course we can. I'll meet you in your rooms at dark. You already have glow in the dark stars on the ceiling so it'll be just like the real thing!"

Something tells me my idea isn't going to work. Guess daddy will have to take them camping. Lucky him!