he's a hero, he's a dad

The longer-than-should-be-allowed camping recap post alluded to the story of my husband, father of my three beautiful children, and now officially dubbed the "Hero of the Millipedes."  There were a ton of millipedes all over the park, just like this one...

... and when we hiked over to the falls area, there was a small incident in which a millipede was put into danger.  But when a millipede is facing imminent death, a hero must step in.  This is the story, as told by Red, of that hero we so lovingly call Daddy, complete with her accompanying illustration:

"When we were camping, we found some millipedes on the rock near the waterfall.  And a boy comed over, older than JAM, and he put the millipede on a rock that was not safe- because if someone stepped on it, they would trip and fall into the water and the millipede would be dead.  Daddy stepped on some rocks and he moved the millipede back to the rock they were on.  I telled Daddy that he was the "Hero of the Millipedes!"  

The end."

And the heroics only continued all weekend, as every time we drove around the park, my dear husband actually swerved the van (safely, of course) to avoid running over millipedes.  Seriously, that's how big they were, that he could spot them from the driver's seat and he's such a HERO that he made every effort to save millipede after millipede.


Proud to showcase a fantastic storyteller and a hero of a daddy,





*Oh, and total bonus points to anyone who gets the reference in the title of this post!!