Bust I suppose. I was really looking forward to going and enjoying some time with the older girls. Alas, it was not meant to be. We were barely there when
Chiggie started complaining of a sore throat. I could tell right away by her demeanor that it wasn't just a sore throat. By morning it was clear she had strep. We would've had to leave anyway though, as Buster was awake all night crying and miserable. He spiked a fever of 103, about giving me a heart attack.

We made the best of the time we had. Playing on the playground, making
s'mores, and singing fun songs.
*hugs* Sorry things didn't work out as planned!!
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