Tom went camping with his Scouts the weekend before Thanksgiving; why, I am not sure, boys are just crazy. No surprize, but it rained the entire time they were out. So when Tom got home he draped the tent over the table in hopes that it would dry out. Well, our appartment is little, so having a tent laying over everything was not my idea of awesome, so after a day of this, I rolled it up, and stuck it in the corner.
A couple of days latter, Tom desided to set up the tent (yes, in the house) so make sure it was all dry. Owen and Talmage thought this was great. Owen insisted on sleeping in the tent.
So that night, we all camped out in the kitchen. It was silly, but the boys had a riot, and the blasted tent finally dried up.