Last weekend we went camping. It was Cooper's first camping trip, and he thought it was the coolest thing ever. He got so excited when Mason set up the tent, he ran around in it going crazy for like half an hour. He loved the fire, and I guess that he's gotten enough burns lately that he knows to stay away from something that hot. He just sat in his chair watching it, we taught him to say "fire" but after a little while he made up his own name for it "hot rain" and that's what he called it the rest of the time, maybe we have some native american ancestry or something.
He was sound asleep before we had even finished loading up the car.