Fishing. Fishing. Catching bugs. Fishing. Riding his scooter (around and around and around and around his grandparents' yard). Fishing. And, some fishing. Other than that boring and horribly long drive across the country, he had a really good summer. We used my parents house as our "home away from home" while waiting on Housing and while getting settled here at Bragg. The (very grown-up) boy even spent a week with BaBa and PaPa by himself! He and my mom came up with the phrase "Camp DoWhatcha Wanna" for time spent at her house. (Why was it never called that during the 18 years I lived there?) It is nice though... I think that's how little boys' summers should be.
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