You're forgetting a basic principle: Homey Don't Camp.

Also, homey ESPECIALLY don't camp out with kamikaze child. Dear heart, has it been that long since last Tuesday? I give him approximately two hours before he puts something poisonous in his mouth, picks up something that'll bite him, or head-dives into something wet/sharp/dangerous and we'll be making frantic phone calls trying to find the nearest doc-in-a-box.

Explain the fun part of this, please?