dad life

Backdoor tenting with my daughter is like making an attempt to pitch a tent whereas juggling flaming marshmallows – it’s chaotic, however magical. We sneak into the woods past our pirate ship, away from the standard spots, and it’s simply us, the celebs, the brilliant planets and a half moon, and my questionable “what’s protected” meter. It’s not nearly educating her tips on how to begin a fireplace or keep away from poison ivy; it’s about constructing a bond the place she laughs at my horrible dad-joke campfire tales. Each misadventure we have now is a lesson in love and laughter, proving that even when I’m the world’s worst “yeah that is gonna work” adventurer, I’m nonetheless her favourite human. Right here’s to extra nights of constructing recollections, one hilarious mishap at a time.

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