This year's Fourth of July was exhausting. My patience was tried in every possible way. Hunk thought it was a brilliant idea to take the whole fam dam family camping. and fishing. and camping. and fishing.
Punk seemed to have a vendetta against all parental authority which had me holding steadfast to the motto, "I brought you into this world, I can take you out of this world..."
No matter the amount of briding, punishing, and threatening would contain our little guy.
Don't get me wrong, I love my kid. I would give my life for my kid. But going on a vacation with my kid, well it ain't no vacation folks. simple. as. that.
those of you that have kids know exactly what I'm talkin' about...
He kept running away. The fresh mountain air had him zipping circles like no one's business and his frolicking was very reminsicent of Maria in the Sound of Music--minus the music and Von Trapp Family.
So we hooked him to a dog leash. Our thoughts were that the leash would contain him (first mistake). We also thought that if he was tied to escape that he would give up and just realize he had lost the war (second mistake)...
He got out in T minus five minutes.
Don't be deceived by those big blue eyes, there really is a Dennis the Menis just waiting to explode out of that seatbelt....
My pictures of the fourth to follow, once I recuperate from my lil' mad man.