I am going camping.
I will sleep out in the woods.
Mom says I am a little too little and I should camp out in the backyard.
I find a good campsite.
I get the tent.
Dad will have to help me.
I'm not too little, but the tent is too big.
I am hungry now.
I will build a campfire and cook hot dogs.
Dad says I am a little too little to make my own campfire.
Dad cooks hot dogs on the stove.
I help, but they're not as good as they are outside.
I am not too little to build a race car.
I go to Dad's shop.
"Dad!" I say. "I need a saw, a hammer, and some nails."
Dad says I am a little too little to use a sharp saw.
We make a race car togehter.
I am not too little for that.
My race car is finished.
I will ride down the big hill by myself.
Dad rides with me because I'm just a little too little.
The race car falls apart.
We crash.
I say, "Wow, that was fun, Dad!"
We go home.
Maybe Dad is a little too big for race cars.
Dad is tired, so I will help and get the leaves off our roof.
Dad says, "No. You are a little too little for that. I have a better idea."
"We can fix the tent for your campout," Dad says.
"After that we will eat dinner."
I eat in my tent.
Mom makes me take a bath, brush my teeth, and put on my pajamas.
Then I get snacks and toys and go back out to the tent.
I bring my bear, my favorite blanket, and a big flashlight.
I am ready now.
My little sister says, "You'll be inside as soon as it's dark."
It gets dark.
It gets darker.
The dark is big, but I am not a little too little...
...because I can snuggle with my dad.