Chicken Camping

Last night was the first night out for the chickens and so Zane and I decided to have a camping trip in the backyard too.

“We need to cook marshmallows!”

I thought we just told ghost stories?

“Yes, and cook marshmallows.”

So we toasted a few marshmallows (he prefers them burnt, his mommy & daddy like them lightly browned, so much for genetics!), read the Cowboy & Octopus book by light of his camping headlamp and then tried to fall asleep for … a long time.

15 seconds after lights out: “I can’t fall asleep”

20 seconds after lights out: “I’m still not asleep”

40 seconds after … oh, you get the picture.