Reminds me of the canoeing trips I took with the boys to Canada in the 1990's...not QUITE that bad but bad enough. Long sleeves and mosquito net hats were in vogue.
Just Wow....where the heck were they camping? Will need an aerial bombardment of DDT to get out of the tent!!
Their stare reminds me of my parents looking at me after returning from my junior high parent-teacher conference.
With my poor hearing, maybe a feathered alarm clock would be a good solution but how do you set the alarm time on a rooster? Plus it would scare the crap out of Henry who likes to sleep in.