Back in our carefree, childless, days we'd go camping. It was fun and often a spontaneous trip to the wilderness (no campground for us...just the Allegheny National Forest)...we were just starting out and low on funds, camping was an excellent "vacation" choice for us. After our son was born, camping trips became less frequent...the other change is we started going to campgrounds since they seemed safer. We'd go with some frequency before W. became mobile, and then just as he was gaining some sense of responsibility as he neared three, his sister came along. She is now two...she's a wild woman...she's never been camping...until now.
After dinner, the children played in the woods behind our site. While pretending the trees were evil giants (that must be destroyed with his stick sword) W. got stung by a ground bee. He was eventually able to be calmed by a story about Sir W. and the bee. (I bet the promise of s'mores also helped a bit.)