This weekend my kids asked to set up the tent in the front yard. We have one of those cool, sliced in half, 1/2 open tents, you know, the ones that are pointless at the beach because the wind blows them right over. You know, the reason why we bought it in the first place. But now our yard serves as the perfect place to set it up, and the kids rushed around gathering everything they would need for their front yard tent excursion.
To enter the tent, apparently you have to have goofy faces. Check and check.
They crack me up.