campin!

mom won't let me camp in the yard or driveway on account of the communistic bugs that can read your dreams, so sometimes i fix up some towels or rags and some pillows and make my very own campin tent, right there in the garage!  last night i was campin when i heard my dad bounce into the garage. he bounced off his truck and fell right onto my tent!  he's was so fat and tired that he fell asleep on top of me.  he snored and smelled so bad that i pretended he was a real live bear in my camp!  that's scarier than any old dumb campfire story!!