A couple of weeks ago Rick took a couple days off work. And for one of those days we decided to go on an "adventure," or so we told Chrissie. We really just went to a campsite for a day. The campsite was beautiful with tall cottonwoods and a running stream (two things not easily found in Phoenix). Chrissie pretty much loved our camping excursion except for the "buggies" or flies/mosquitoes . We don't see many "buggies" in Phoenix. So, they are quite a phenomenon to her. The "buggies" absolutely terrified her and she had nightmares about them for awhile after. Other than occasional "buggie" freak outs, she walked around bare foot with her binoculars singing, "I'm going on a bear hunt," played in the water, and very much enjoyed the rare treat of a soda. And a minor note on her beautiful hair: she will not let me touch it. That means no pigtails, no bows, no braids...NOTHING. However, I keep trying.
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Yeah, I didn't let my Mom touch my hair either. I told her I had already fixed and therefore could be seen leaving for school with my bangs combed and the rest ratted like no other.
You can tell Chrissie that buggies make me sad too.
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