Granted, we weren't exactly roughing it in the great outdoors. I mean, is it really considered camping when...
free snow cones and cotton candy are provided?
A legit petting zoo (and we're not talking deer, buffalo and other potentially hazardous animals) provides lots of entertainment,
for both kids?
When you can get a sparkly pink butterfly painted on your face, no questions asked?
Well, we did sleep in a tent...without an air mattress, so despite the fact that we had flushing toilets, a dinner catered by Outback Steakhouse and a Wal-Mart less than 5 minutes away (somebody forgot to pack diapers and a bottle) in addition to the above mentioned perks, I have determined that this trip can, in fact, be considered camping.
Plus, the kids loved it.
So it totally counts.
And it didn't rain.
What more can you ask for? (Other than to maybe not be camping right next to the noisiest campers in the park who stayed up until wee hours of the morn attempting to perfect Dave from Storage Wars' signature "YEEEEEEEP!")
At this point in my life, this is roughing it. I will save the "real" camping for when my kids are old enough to at least partially entertain themselves, can be trusted to use the bathroom in the forest alone and don't require a 3o minute stroller ride to drift off to sleep.
