It doesn't take much to amuse the children in my life. Give them some water and a net from the dollar store and they're entertained for hours on end.
That was the simple order of business for our sleepover in the cabin. And of course the prerequisite campfire, snacks and stories. But that goes without saying.
The cabin is just a stone's throw from the house. It is the perfect place to camp for me. I don't have to do any thinking about what to take; I don't have to pack the car; I don't have to drive anywhere and I get a real bed.
More than anything, the kids love 'Frogging'. I suspect that the frog that they catch is basically the same one, over and over. They are ever-so-gentle with him and make sure that he goes back in the same exact spot so he can find his family. Lauren caught her very first one, unassisted - so that was a big deal. Usually Scotty catches one, puts it in her net and goes to great extremes to convince her that it really was her skills that made it happen.
I suppose that most campsites don't have four legged, long-earred supervisors like we do. We are technically invading their space but they are more than happy to share it with us. They are equally as fascinated with frogging and the campfire, but I have a sneaking suspicion that it's the possibility of treats that keeps them hovering around us.
Yep ... doesn't take much to amuse any of us out here in Avonbank.