Soon enough we snuggled back into our beds in the quiet dark of the night only to be forced to listen to the sounds of yet another couple across the way, only they were NOT fighting. They were not fighting VERY LOUDLY. The first couple began fighting again, the second couple was getting after it their own romantic way, and the snorer was lost in his dreams of nasal deprivation. And my sweet four year old kept on sleeping...or so I thought!
The next morning the police came by the camp site of the first couple & my son, who was awake & playing by our morning fire began throwing rocks at the other camp site while yelling "Get the f*#k out!" I was stunned! I told him to stop talking like because nice people don't talk to each other that way & he kept yelling at them.
I thought I was taking my little guy out to have an experience with nature... & he sure got it!