>** I poured some sour milk into Jack’s glass when we were camping in Silverton. (I swear I tasted it first, but it must have turned after I poured it.) Jack said, “This milk makes my mouth go like this: Grrrrr! ROAR! GROWL!” And he proceeded to growl for about 5 minutes straight. For real, like a lion. A scary, angry lion that does not like sour milk.
** Grandad was trying to move the air mattress from the bedroom to the living room of the RV and Cleo the cat was safely hiding in the corner. Jack dove to her and threw his body over her’s yelling, “I will protect you Cleo!” Cleo didn’t like that and she let him know. I tried to explain by saying, “Jack, Cleo gets scared of you because she doesn’t know what you are going to do next. ” He shook his had wearily and said, “I don’t know either.”
This is our campsite in Silverton. It rained almost the whole time, so the picture doesn’t do it justice. Dave had a rest day from his ride the day before and that morning he was making Jack and I some delicious pancakes.