Kelli, Carla, and I went to pick up the boys from camp this morning. We had a good time, even though the traffic on 35 North was a bad dream when we went through, but a nightmare parking lot when we were coming back. Thank you, Camp Nathanael for having us pick up our children at 10 am and not 2 pm. We were thankful not to be on the "going up nort'" side.
A BIG thank you to Pat for watching all the Stream chillins so Carla could go.
Our boys were all worn-out with "I screamed all week" voices, and two of them fell asleep on the way. We only had one car sick scare, and after that we stopped for lunch. I am wondering the intelligence of that move, but it turned out all right. Seemed to perk the boy up. They are looking forward to next year.
Happy Birthday Nollin McFlallin!
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Oh, by the way, der yingl is Yiddish for "the boy". How many were wondering? I know I would have been.
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