Son #1 called yesterday and told me that my grandson, while having a tiff with his mother, declared he was leaving and “going to Idaho”.

My daughter-in-law replied, “Fine with me.  Good luck getting there!”

I didn’t blame him for wanting to return.  After all, it’s paradise for young and old and in between.

Water blasters!

Helping to make brownies.

Shucking corn with Grandpa.

Finding strawberries in Dancing Mandolin Player’s garden.

Looking for fish.

Discovering huckleberry ice cream.

And then there was his social life….

He was invited to the neighbor’s beach party and ate his first Twinkie.

Party, party, party…

He met two new best friends, both in town visiting their grandparents.  

I can’t believe she brought me a huckleberry cinnamon roll!!!!

Our Dads acted like this, too!

Let’s chase each other around the woods for a few hours and then go build a fort.

But the highlight, according to my grandson, was this:

Sitting in for two songs with the Cougar Creek band.

Who can blame the little guy for wanting to skip school and return to “Grandma’s lake”?

I miss him.