These are my survivors. If you notice they each have their own walking sticks. These sticks they picked out on they're own. Well first Phillip picked out his stick which he brought every where on our trip. Once the kids noticed they of course wanted one too.
So slowly they found a stick of their own. They used them to walk with for I think about 20 Minutes, then they were turned into swords. Then they turned into MOM MY ARM HURTS I CAN'T HOLD THIS ANYMORE. Which made our 10 mile hike so much more fun.
They still have those sticks at the house, here they are used more for swords, but they keep them against the house just in case we go camping. I want to burn these sticks in the fire place. But how can I. It is just so cute that they want to be like they're dorky daddy. I can't imagine there will many more years that they do want to do anything that he is doing.
So as hard as it is, I'm just gonna sit back and watch my husband turn our kids into walking stick carring dorks until they are done with him. If that makes sense.
1 comment:
Great photo. Sad but true, one day we will not be cool anymore.
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