Father & Son Campout

Our ward has an annual Father-Son Campout. Thomas and Tom have been going for years now, and this year a new Hay went to the event. Yes, you quessed it, Matthew went and had the time of his life. For those of you who are familiar with our little monkey, otherwise known as the terror of the west(Scotts Flat will never be the same), you can only imagine the fun he got into. Tom is now in the Young Mens orginization so he had some responsibilities he had to attend to. This almost kept us from letting Matthew go, but it is the Father-Son campout afterall, so he went. Tom spent most of his time chasing Matthew down, putting up and taking down a tent, changing diapers, changing wet clothes (Matthew and Thomas), wiping 16 tons of snot/boogers out of Matthew's nose, supervising the cooking of the camp breakfast, trying to sleep ( listening to a Stevie Ray Vaughn tribute from across the lake at 1:00a.m. he says he may have to buy that album), trying to stay awake, eating smores, watching Matthew burn marshmallows and drop them into the fire, watching Matthew juggle golf balls that came from the Farmer clan (thanks alot), kept track of Thomas' fishing, hideout making and golf ball throwing. At one point Matthew was unaccounted for so Tom went looking for him and found him sitting quietly in a tree. Turns out he was stuck in the tree. Matthew could also be found in various tents around the campsite. Tom thinks the men became good at zipping up their tents after he was found in a few. I'm hoping that next year will be just as fun and that Henry can be in a position to go. Maybe Matthew can teach him a few tricks of the trade. Never a dull moment with Hay Gang!!! :)