For the last couple days, our 4YO grand-daughter has been wanting to camp out, so we set it up for last night. We didn't range very far, really just out to the edge of our back yard, but it had the desired effect.
Campfire & stories, ribeyes & burgers, roasted marshmallows, star gazing etc... things were going awesome. Then around 0100 or 0200 - depending which clock to believe - some distant coyotes woke up our intrepid camper
"Poppy! Those ARE NOT doggies!" and she popped smoke on the whole gig.
She wasn't buying into that old "They are more afraid of us, than we are of them..." line either.
Oh well, it was fun while it lasted. I'm looking forward to
her briefback later on when she rises.