A Camping We Will Go...

I didn't get a bicycle for my son. Instead I bought him a tent from IKEA. Not that I didn't want to keep my promise but he requested for the tent after seeing it in those IKEA brochures I get monthly. I'm not really complaining coz the tent is way cheaper than the bike... hehehe

Now I have a problem... he doesn't even want to play in the tent anymore. The thing is after he got the rashes on his face, he was so sure he got it while playing in the tent, which is not true. It was just a coincidence that the rashes came out at about the same time he slept in the tent. Poor boy has a phobia of going inside the tent now. Hmmm, I wonder what people call this kind of phobia... Tentaphobia?? LOL

So, to prove him wrong, I promised to sleep in the tent with him. I guess I'll be setting it up in the lawn outside the house. Pretty scary but I'm sure it will be exciting. There's no way I'm going to the woods to camp... you'll never know when Big Foot might just decide to drop by! LOL!

Besides, going into the woods here would require me to pack all kinds of camping gear and I would probably need some super duper e track camping straps for all the camping junk I would bring along with me like my make up kit, my hair dryer, my moisturizers, my nail polishes ... oops those are not really camping gears ... hehehe ... but a woman's just got to look her best in case that hugely macho like Tarzan fellow drops in... oooo, those muscles... hehehe...
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