This is what Mitchell said to Tim each night when being tucked in bed (Tim does the tuck-ins), for the entire rest of the summer. I think that means he had fun.
We visited Lake Taco (aka Lake Tahoe) in mid-July, and it was unseasonably cool. Highs just in the 70's with quite a bit of wind. We tried to hang out on the lake one afternoon early on only to eventually be driven to the warmth of the hotel hot tub. We managed to enjoy ourselves nonetheless with extended family dinners (all 5 of Tim's siblings and their families were present), disturbing the tranquil outdoor peace at the Tallac Museum for a huge kiddie photo shoot, more disturbing of the peace with a few games of Running Charades in the halls of the 4th floor of the hotel, and by stealing another family's homemade chocolate chip cookies. Oh, and their tables too--they had tried to reserve the tables for their family by placing the bowl of cookies on them, and then walking away. Anyone else think that was a little reckless? Well, our family descended, not noticing the cookies until they were surrounded by our food, at which point, each person thought they had been brought another family member. Those cookies didn't stand a chance.
The people returned, collected their empty bowl, and then were compensated with lots of apologies and a box of ice cream sandwiches.On the final evening, we braved one more trip to the lake. That was, after all, the whole reason we love going to Lake Tahoe. We were rewarded with pleasant temperatures, and an empty beach. Perfect.
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