Stars twinkled overhead as she belted out her favorite tune. Her cheeks were wind whipped but her spirits were still up as the moon arched it’s way across the sky. It was only three hours past her bed time, but it seemed to matter less with every s’more she ate. A belly laugh like a baby tiger, the girl tickled her daddy next to the campfire.
“Ticka, ticka, ticka.”
“Hmm, I think it’s time for someone to go to bed,” Dada said.
“I no wanna go to bed.”
“Yes but you should.”
“Dada’s right sweetie, if you want to go swimming in the morning you have to go to bed,” Mom started up.
“I wanna watch a show.”
“Sorry pumpkin, there’s no tv out here.”
“Maybe we should have brought one…” Dada rubbed his head. His musing was interrupted by a sharp cracking sound in the woods beside them. Gizmo, the family dog, perked up at the disturbing noise. An English bulldog ripped through the brush and straight for the beloved family pet. Dada grabbed up the baby, while Mom kicked off the intruder. The dog slowly backed away, with low throaty barks escaping through it’s horrible mouth.
“That stupid thing bit me,” Mom grumbled.
“Is it bad?” Dada asked.
“No, I think it only had one tooth, but maybe we should sleep in the car.”
As the family tossed and turned in the car, the little girl requested the Barney song to lull her to sleep. This is when Dada decided that maybe they should just pack it up and go home. The family decided to campout In the family room and fall asleep to Blues Clues, making the girl extremely happy. It was the best camping trip ever.