The girls went down to Branson with my dad Sunday afternoon. I stayed behind to see a show at Starlight that evening. And my mom stayed in town for a funeral Monday morning.
Supposedly the girls were great on the drive down for him. They talked all about camp and sang camp songs for the first hour or so.
I was worried about sending Mallory she woke up with bites/poison ivy/something all over her face. I actually had to run to Target to get more Benadryl to send with her. But I sent her. And they didn't call saying she was miserable, so I guess it was okay.