Cousins Camp At Grandmas House

We have Cousins Camp in Kansas City in the summer. Any grandchildren who cannot come, says, “That’s a bummer!” One year I let four of the bigs fill a garbage can up with water. Each jumped in their own “foxhole” and played throw water balloons at each other. We decided to paint the garage walls up and down with beautiful cartoons. Making a delightful experience to remember for many moons. The dog and cat were both in hiding, almost every day of camp. The music was on volume high, I couldn’t for sure say what amp. They laughed and cried, and fought, and yelled, and gruffly wolf-howled at the moon My husband wondered when they were going, it would not be so soon. They tie-dyed shirts, took off their clothes, chalked the garage, and learned to sew. Grandpa came out and yelled, “Please Stop! Cease! Desist, Go on home, and Whoa!” He got slathered with wet garbage can balls, for his trouble, which sent him back inside. He and the dog and cat, and every creature with smarts, were doing their best to hide. We had laughed ourselves silly as we threw gigantic and enormously wet water balls at his head. By the time we crept back into the house through the sliders, he was fast asleep and we were ready for bed.