We survived our Hogwarts moment at Central Station yesterday – forlornly watching Sprog 1 wheel her luggage off into the distance as she headed to camp. She looked so small, yet so purposeful. Not a tear, not a backward glance.
I hope she’ll be OK. It was a bit disconcerting when one of the perky camp staff announced there were a few familiar faces among the campers that made her shudder. She saw our startled eyes and quickly reassured us that the troublemakers were boys and that their cabins were on the other side of camp to the girls … but still …
TMI missy, TMI.
Do you think parents send their unruly kids to camp just so they can have a break from them? Ooooh yeah, I bet they do.
Sprog 1 went to camp with one of her oldest friends, a girl she met at long daycare who happens to have the same name as Sprog 2.
So we – inadvertently – got back at the perky camp staffer when she asked Sprog 1’s best friend what her name was, then turned to Sprog 2 and asked what her first name was … and watched her struggle to keep her composure when she thought we’d called both our children the same thing …
Absolutely cacked ourselves.
It reminded me of a news story I read a few years back about a mother who abducted her eight children in Queens, New York. All the kids – seven boys and one girl – had the same name, Nephra Payne, like their father.
No joke. I love Americans.
I quite enjoyed another perky camp staffer’s story about a kid who arrived at camp in the full kit of his favourite soccer team and was still wearing it three days later – complete with stains of every meal he’d eaten in the meantime. They made him change so he didn’t greet his parents back at Central in the same – trashed – outfit he’d headed off in.
Anyhoo … Sprog 2 is LOVING being an only child. Positively ebullient about it. Personality plus, endlessly adorable. It’s fortunate she has a sister or she’d become insufferably precocious.
Have you ever sent your kids to camp? Did they have a blast?
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