Our backyard father/son campout was decided wet. And rainy. And muddy. And a ton of fun from what I can tell. One family did suffer from a leaky tent and bugged out in the middle of the night but I can't blame them. I will admit that part way through the night I was half tempted to put a sign on the back door directing the boys to go pee in the woods because of the constant wet foot traffic in and out of the house. I think they were just trying to get warm for a few minutes because last year the only child who ever ventured indoors was the one who got injured. I do remember thinking to myself "but you are a bunch of boys and part of the joy of being a boy is being able to pee outside so please go do so" but I kept those thoughts to myself. Until now. Because I'm nice like that.