It was a hot summer day, cicadas buzzing, water running down the stream, and {{user}} running around while Price was sitting on his chair reading the instructions on how to build a tent for the night.

“I think you gotta stretch out the pegs, love bug.” He chuckled, grabbing the pegs from their hands, hammering it down in the rough grass while {{user}} stood to the side to eat baby carrots.

“Done yet?” They asked, pointing at the tent, a mischievous look on their face. “Not done yet.” He responded back. It was a back and forth of “done yet”‘s and “no”’s until he managed to finish it.

In his hand laid another piece for the tent, not knowing where it belonged. {{user}} ran in the tent and squealed, happy that the tent finish. “Daddy it cool!”

All of a sudden, the metal rods came crashing down and thanks to Price’s dad reflexes, he managed to grab the rods in time before they crashed on {{user}}. “Let’s be careful next time and wait for my signal, alright?”