Well, tomorrow's the big day. That's right - tomorrow, we leave for Camp Grace.
And would you believe it? My house is clean. Thanks mostly to my sister who came and helped me tackle it. Seriously, it took 2 days. Not that I would have ever let it get that bad or anything.
Anyhow, I thought that in honor of our departure (and because who knows when i'll be on here next with camp being in throes of finishing construction right now . . .) I would share one of my favorite moments from camp last year.
*Once again, names have been changed for protective purposes.
Meal times at Camp Grace are particularly fun affairs, full of laughter, spills and loud exclamations of delight over the quality of camp food. Or not so much that last one, but whatever.
Meals are taken in the large “Lodge” which is decorated with all manner of deer heads and stuffed quail. It’s charming, really.
After meals are over, cabins are dismissed one by one once they stack their chairs. This gives some of the leadership a chance to talk to the kids who are left hanging around and waiting for dismissal time. On this particular evening, one of the leadership team (we’ll call him Yelnats), was joking around with the youngest boys cabin. The littlest boy in the cabin, we’ll call him Junior, was also the most spirited and excitable kid at camp that week (and he threw the best tantrums but that’s another story for another day).
Yelnats noticed Junior was peering up at one of the large deer heads hanging on the wall next to a window. Then Junior would stare out the window, before walking back over to the deer and wrinkling his nose in confusion. Finally, Junior came up to Yelnats and asked him:
“Is that thing real?”
“Well, I suppose you could say that. Actually, it USED to be real and now it’s stuffed by what's called a "taxidermist," but yes it is a real deer head.” (notice how concise and well-spoken Yelnats is)
Junior furrowed his brow and peered out the window again. Desperately trying to see behind the deer's position on the wall.
“Well then,” he asked, “Where are its feet?”