Flour-Sock Battle
Definition:
Nylons filled with old flour that are used as weapons to, not hurt the opponent, but to add a powdery white color to his/her being. The flour-sock is tossed, thrown, hurled, flung, pitched, smashed, rubbed, or heaved in hopes of covering the opponent in the said white color.
I played with the group of 4 years and younger age...I knew I had a better chance at being victorious...




My plans of rising to the top were interrupted by a few adults who were supposed to be SUPERVISING and TAKING PICTUREs...instead they joined the fun and created an even bigger mess...
Cam and my mom

My aunts, Arlee and Natalee, attacking Cam

Eventually, the older group of kids and adults went after Cameron...
He was NOT victorious...





FUN FUN FUN...
And..
A few random tidbits of info:
Brayden HATED the port-a-potties...SCARED TO DEATH....he wouldn't even go in the trailer pottie...

An empty licorice bucket strategically placed in the woods, behind cover, was the answer to the problem...
The port-a-crib was a life savor...saved the babies from eating the dirt, and the mommies from holding babies ALL DAY LONG...

Fun Camping Trip!