The Things They Tell Us
Camp has been alot of fun for the boys. Sports, games, swimming, songs, and field trips have filled their summer days. But for me, it’s the stories they share with me. And not because I’m living vicariously through them. Well, not completely. It’s just seeing how excited they are to tell me things. It’s like a kiddie soap opera… Days of our Summer, All My Campers, General Sports Camp.
There’s always some kid who bring cool stuff to camp. “Mom, there’s a guy who brings a cell phone to camp. But it doesn’t have batteries so he can’t call anyone.” Note to self: Must thank that parent.
And once a week, they tell me that there are older girls who think they’re cute. They no longer like this as “cute” is synonymous with small and young. Apparently they are oblivious to the fact that they are still both.
And there are a ton of people who have crushes on other people. “Our counselors have a crush on each other and are getting married. Something tells me the counselors are unaware of this arrangement. And every week there are details of a new crush.
Oh, and there’s a guy named George who lives in the trees at camp at night. He walks around and tries to eat little kids under 18. Okay, a bit creepy, but I guess it will keep them out of trees after dark.
And I can’t wait to meet the older camp friend who has a six-pack and shows it off daily. This is who I have to thank for my boys wanting to do 100 sit-ups a day. I showed my younger son my stomach, and he shook his head in disappointment and told me, “Mom, that’s a one-pack.”
Of course my boys heard some naughty words at camp. It would be hypocritical to get upset as I am certain they have heard those same words at home once or twice. Maybe three times.
One of the best pieces of inside information was that they had a secret fort. They even told me the passwords: “Money Man” and “Astronaut”. It sounded kind of sophisticated in that they had different rankings like Managers and Assistant Managers. My youngest told me he was allowed in because his older brother was a member. Hmmm…..sounds like Nepotism to me. No worries, as the counselors found out and put a kibosh on that. Squashing exclusivity? I like that.
Kids don’t always tell you what you want to hear. But to some extent, as parents we need to hear it. And I hope they don’t stop talking with me. Seriously. Bad language, endless crushes, and six packs? This is so better than Jersey Shore.