Don't they have any cribs in this place? We look like the stork just dropped us off! Oh well, at least if we're camping, it's indoors --- 'cause it's raining out there. And we can wash our clothes because we ran thru them, and the diapers, at an astounding rate. Mommy and Mama haven't figured out yet that, like Queen Victoria, we travel with trunksful of clothes and equipment. Oh well, with four people to take care of us (Mama, Mommy, Nana and Him) camping isn't that bad. Him??? Our grandfather's having an identity crisis. He can't decide what we should call him.
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