20 June 2008

Day Camp — bringing new hope

Today was Charles’ last day of Cub Scout Day Camp. I spent the day with him yesterday, because I had volunteered to be one of the adult minders (“walkers”) required to keep the camp from descending in to young boy chaos. After a day long exposure to other children, I feel better about Charles and sorrier for many other parents. Kickball was the worst — by the end of that period over half the kids had dropped out to sit by a tree in preference to playing. Charles soldiered on, even though later he told me he didn’t much like it1. I was surprised at the kids who played but seem to have no concept of the game (after playing it every day for a week) and would watch balls just go sailing by, then stare blankly at the other kids who were yelling “get the ball!”.

Ah well. I had to go today because it was family day (which I had overlooked in planning my schedule for the week). I had originally planned to just take Charles, but Mom decided that Alice should go along as well (Corwin was off at soccer camp). That went better than expected — Alice and Charles whined about going home around 10:30, but by the time I had gotten to the state where we could leave, they had changed their minds.

Alice spent most of her time waiting in line for the (one) bounce house. She was a very good little queuer, keeping her place and not complaining. Charles did the BB guns a few times and then the sling shot. Charles was really eager to do archery, but that had a very long line2. Eventually, though, it was time for what Charles and Alice had really been waiting for, pizza!

P.S. Charles got through the entire week, 5 days outside in the sun, with no sunburn. A bit red at times, but no actual burns. Of course, he wore long pants the entire time. He was not, however, the only person with long pants on.


1 A thing I found odd, since Charles is so fond of T-ball. I pointed this out and Charles claimed th two games were completely different because there was no T-ball stand in kick ball. OK …

2 Not so much because it was more popular, but because there was tall grass right behind the targets so retrieving the arrows as time consuming.

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