|That about sums it up!|
Surprisingly, we do own a tent. Dave bought a $20 tent when he had to go camping with the young men several years ago. Cooper loves this tent and it's been set up in our basement for months. We're great pretend campers and visit Camp IWannaMatress&aShower on a daily basis.
Everything was perfect in our non-camping world until Cooper asked if he could camp outside (I blame Elmo). I want the records to show that Dave and I don't want to force Cooper to be just like us. I hate mice, but we still watch Ratatouille and read If You Give a Mouse a Cookie. Likewise, Dave isn't a soccer fan, but we plan to put Cooper in a wide range of sports (soccer included) so he can decide for himself what he wants to play.
So when he asked to camp outside, we obliged. Our backyard was the perfect spot. The low that night was supposed to be 72 degrees. Nice and comfortable. The clouds were supposed to be dry and fluffy.
At 10 PM Cooper and Dave climbed into their tiny tent. Unfortunately the zipped tent combined with the higher that 72 degree temperature turned their sleeping quarters into a sweat lodge. Dave was melting but Cooper didn't seem to mind. He cuddled up to Dave, watched a movie on the iPad, and fell asleep.
Around 3 AM I was awoken inside the house by the sound of thunder and giant raindrops. The el cheapo tent was not as waterproof as one would like. Dave was wide awake. But Cooper woke up only momentarily and then rolled over and went back to sleep. I guess this is a benefit to sleeping with a sound machine. Every night is a rainstorm for Cooper.
The campers made it through the night and Cooper loved it. Dave called it a success. I think the heat and the rain were further proof that we should just stick indoors.