Poor Mathew. This is the third year in a row he has been at scout camp when we go to Wachter night at the T-bones. Mat's a kid that appreciates the thrill of spending money...so missing out on the Wachter bucks is a real blow. He made us promise to use his bucks for a large kettle corn.
As is our tradition, we spend most of our time hoofing it up and down the stairs with kids who are on the search for the next treat. Trying to help Everly find something tasty that won't give her leg cramps is our new challenge. I think I ended up debreading a chicken finger and eating most of her chocolate strawberry shake (gack!) while she wasn't looking. Oh the sacrifices!