We signed both Elijah and Luca up for camp this summer. Because if they aren’t occupied they tend to
destroy things. Like Diana’s mind, for
example.
We opted for ease over outdoorsy-ness. The camps are just down the street at the
Robert Crown Community Center and Ice Complex.
Home of that one Olympic speed skating guy. No, not the guy with the soul patch. The other guy.
Both sons immediately hated it. Luca attempted to convince his counselors he
was suffering from a massive fever, despite an internal temperature of
98.6. Elijah, who is a bit more
experienced at the art of deception, complained this morning of vague stomach
pains.
I can’t blame them.
The camps were kind of awful. The
other attendees were the girls from down the street who stole money from Eli’s
piggy bank. And they could never
convince Diana that they actually had our son’s best interests at heart. They never asked her to sign them in or out. Never asked if Diana was, in fact, their
legal guardian. And the cookies they
gave as a snack yesterday (that I stole from Luca) were awful.
This morning, Eli’s feigned stomach ailment prompted a call
from the counselors to pick him up.
Diana arrived a little later and…oops, Eli was no where to be
found.
Was he at the facility?
Um. Dunno.
Was he at the day’s event, the pool? Not sure.
Was he wandering the streets of Evanston in a daze? Gosh, wish we knew.
This lack of information did not sit well with Diana. I do not believe she burned the Robert Crown
Community Center and Ice Complex to the ground.
But I imagine it was on her short list of activities for the day. An activity much more fun than anything they
had planned for my sons.
Eventually, Eli was found at the pool (his stomach issues
evaporated when he learned they were headed there), but Diana grabbed him and
took him away from camp.
Permanently.
Luca too.
So we’ve officially enrolled them at Camp Hamann. Where over half the counselors have given
birth to you! Activities include:
watching TV! Playing on the
computer! Chasing black dogs named
Grover! Watching TV! Fire truck toys! Visits from Finn! Watching TV!
Fighting your brother over fire trucks.
And snack time.
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