I would love to hear the whole tale! That sounds wrenching. Oy! Score one for Camp Misery, indeed.

HA!!! There’s fun. “Come on kids, after we comb your hair for nits we’ll spray you for Athlete’s Foot!”

Thanks so much, Bethany. I have very little I like about leaving my mom’s house in the summers. And camp was very much just a place to be when my dad was working. It was like day care, in reality. High five two-family sister from another Mrs. and Mr.

I imagine the prices are justified and the experiences are awesome. But I’m not Warren Buffet, so who wants to go to the neighborhood pool kids? Just like camp!

Ha! Well, to be fair, I think there’s are top-of-the-heap summer camps. I bet you could do it for less. In fact, I may have just stumbled on my plan for making some extra cash this summer. Ninja Camp. Only $50 for the week but you need to send your own food, including extra for my family of 6, and I will provided endless TV watching and opportunities to fold my laundry.

I am saving all s’mores camps for myself.

Those are the notices I burn under cover of darkness, for fear the children will find them in the bin and force me to pay $1,000 to send them to a camp with an unpronounceable Native American names.

Whoops! Meant that comment for Kim, above you there.

Ahem. Anna, for you I crafted this reply:

My biggest fear of sleep away camp was getting rashy. I have sensitive skin, or did in my youth, and I think it says something about me that beyond meeting new people, missing my parents, and bears attacking the camp, I was most afraid of being alone and itchy.

We will have our own camp and we shall call it Camp Wine and Cheese.

I went to band camp once, as a flag twirler for color guard. I loved it. Geek all up in the place.

Now, VBS is also how summer gets done around here.