This past weekend marked the end of the first session of (overnight) camp- but not the beginning of 2nd session. It's Visiting Day for all of the kids who managed to get their parents to pay for 2 full months of peace and quiet at home camp.
In our family that means, don't get there too early mom and dad because I'm going to be busy saying good-bye to all of my friends, but then I want you to take me to lunch at Friendly's.
and then shopping at Wal-Mart.
Why those 2 bastions of high class living? Listen, we are talking about a place which is over an hour away from home and so in the middle of no-where that they were discussing having one of Deval Patrick's casinos here.
You could eat at any of the major fast food joints, but if you wanted something better than that, without going a loooonnnngggg way away, you either bring it from home, go to Friendly's or go to the local ice cream joint which now also makes sandwiches, burgers, etc. So the tradition is to go to this one place. We always see a multitude of families from our camp and the food always takes a while to come (because they are full to the rafters).
Then, one would think that after having shlepped an entire station wagon full of stuff to camp, that said female child (Rosie) would have enough junk to last, but that thought would indeed be wrong, very wrong.
For another place that you run into families from our camp would be the local Wal-Mart. One would think that these children (almost all female) hadn't seen each other in months or years, rather than a few hours, the way these girls run and hug each other during this random interaction.
I'm still trying to figure out what happened on this trip because it didn't look like we bought so much (listen for the echo of Mom saying (repeatedly) NO), but the final price tag was into 3 figures.
Now, of course, the day is tempered by the huge, hard hugs coming from the jumping bean of a girl who is very excited to see her family. And huge hugs at the end, but wait, there's more.
There's the obligatory stop at the local, homemade ice cream stand. And yes, this blue cow really IS there. Visiting day was so hot that the hard ice cream was melting to mush, but it was delicious!
And it was equally delicious to see Rosie, as well as getting a fantastic report about her from her counselor. But back at Camp Mom, it's nice to only take care of myself for a while longer.
I like the back view of the Vest: "How can I help you?" I'm sure there's a snarky and snappy answer to that question, but I never use it.
Posted by: Daisy | July 23, 2008 at 10:03 AM