Older son is away at camp. These are the witty statements from younger son, courtesy of the freedom of speech he is experiencing in his brother’s absence.
“You’re from the civil war, what do you mean you haven’t read Mysterious Island by Jules Vern?”
“I want more broccoli and cheese!”
“I guess King Kong is just monkeying around.”
Younger son loves to have control of the remote control, the food options, and the conversation. When he gets the chance, he is truly quite the talker. He misses older son, but he’ll deny it if asked directly. I know older son is having a blast. He loves camp and his counselor this year is apparently also a verbal learner so I’m sure they are getting along fabulously. Saturday morning will be here before you know it. It just feels a million years away.
I only went to summer camp for one weekend. It was fun. We watched Psycho on a big screen outside, at night, surrounded by the sounds of nature. One of the best ways to watch a Hitchcock film if you ask me. Still, if I had had the chance to go to camp for a week or two during the summer, each summer, I think that would have been awesome. My sons think it’s awesome and I am thankful we can send them.
Hello Muddah, Hello Faddah keeps playing in my mind…
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