I asked Calvin to take a picture of Nate and me. This is what we got. Well, thanks, six year old photographer!
Oh yeah, we're over here, right.
When Nate was at scout camp a few weeks ago he was gone for about five days. My family came and we had a lot of fun, but for some reason I really missed him. LIke, Naaaaaaaate, I miiiiiiiiiss you. He came back eventually, with a huge scrape on his leg and the biggest fish award, and listen to this-- they had steak every night for dinner at camp. Those are the main things I remember from his account of the trip.
And then he came home, and we posed badly for pictures, like we do.