Our Camping Yard

My father used to play with my brother and me in the yard. Mother would come out and say, "You're tearing up the grass";  "We're not raising grass,"   Dad would reply.   "We're raising boys".  ~ H.  Killebrew

It is even worse than grass.

The boys won't stay out of the dirt!

They are filthy every night.

So far everyone loves it here and no one wants to go home.