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While I have the basement to myself, it's time for:
Sherrie's Short Stories
Story #1: "When I Grow Up"
Perhaps just to prove correct the theory that little girls think about marriage from pretty much the day there are born, Shelby (a Monday camper) informs everyone at Check-Out that she knows who she's going to marry. After many giggles, the girls around her decipher that the future (and much unsuspecting) groom's name is Nick. Upon disclosing this piece of news, said camper (Shelby) proceeds to ask if anyone else knows who they are going to marry. Around this point, I lost interest and began talking to some other campers at the adjoining table. However, soon after, India (the camper across from me) informs me that she's knows who she's going to marry when she grows up.
"Oh really."
"Yep, want to guess?"
"Um, is he a camper here?"
"Nope."
"I give up."
"The mailman!"
"... Oh, so you think he's cute?"
To which she enthusiastically, yet shyly at the same time, nodded her head yes. Upon further conversation Melissa (another counselor) and I discovered that it was not indeed her mailman, but a different one. Don't be decieved though, he exists in the present. It's not just an occupation she wishes her future spouse to have. Perhaps mailmen should add that to the list of things they will deliver the mail inspite of: rain, snow, sleet, hail, and six-year-old admirers.
Story #2: "Cockroach Hide 'n Seek"
So last Wednesday, this camper randomly pulls off his shoe by the coloring tables and shakes it until this two inch long, half inch wide, cockroach falls out onto the ground and scurries around a bit. Almost as quickly as we shrieked in shock, one of his three sidekicks (Roof's Husband) stomped on it. Per our request, said sidekick then kicked it out into the grass, foot by foot. The four person eight-year-old gang then proceeded to tour the shelter informing every counselor of their cool find. I'm pretty sure the owner of the cockroach's ex-home was the hero of the day for any boy there. The girls, on the other hand, found much joy in going to look at the squashed bug and then shrieking with claims of "Ewwwww!" and "That's disgusting!" I just hope he doesn't keep his shoes in his house, *shudders*.
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Yeah, that's it for now. I will say though, that watching six-year-olds eat Dilly Bars in the middle of July at one of the hottest points of the day is pretty amusing. Matthew, one of my campers, had ice cream pouring down one hand and chocolate down the other. All of their faces, and in some cases hair, had at least some significant amount of ice cream and/or chocolate on them. Way too cute ... and messy.
I'll leave you with a few photos from today:
1 comment:
In reference to the roach story ... DISGUSTING! And its sad that camper handled it so calmly, becuase I think that implies he's had a few roach run ins before. If it was in my shoe, I'd be freaking out!
And on a side note, when one steps on a roach all of its like babies are released or something, further promoting their existence. So in the future its best to get it into a bottle or something and let it suffocate to death. True story ... although it seems in this instance the little gang you had would have stepped on it befor eu had any chance at all.
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