Silly Putty and Skip-Bo.
That's what I remember about camping with Mimi and Papa, my grandparents, in their motor home.
And the awesome 8-track player in the cab.
The boys and I headed out to spend part of the weekend with my parents in their RV.
Mini-Me and The Wubster love to pretend the screen door is a drive through window through which they sell assorted snacks. I asked for lobster tail.
"We don't have that, daddy, we're a Mexican restaurant."
We also didn't have any Silly Putty. Or play Skip-Bo. There was no 8-track player.
We still had a great time.
I really hope they have Silly Putty next time, though.
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