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Monday, June 20, 2011

Camp Granada

As always, the cast of characters

Me (The Daddy)
The Bean: Age 9
The Butterfly: Age 7
The Darling Wife


Girl Scout Camp!

The Bean and The Butterfly are excited to be going to Day Camp at Camp S'mores.  Swimming, crafts, canoeing, and bonding.  What's not to love?


I pick them up promptly at 3:30.  Well, sort of promptly.  Even still, they're not the last children to be claimed.  This is good.


And the girls pile into my car.  All excited and giddy to tell me what they did and who they saw.  Right?


Well, The Bean burst into tears.  She won't tell me why, but The Butterfly points to a red wristband around The Bean's tiny wrist.  "That means she can't swim," The Butterfly explains.


This is curious because The Bean loves to swim.  She'd swim everyday if given the chance.


"Why do they think you can't swim?" I ask.


"She wouldn't take the swim test," The Butterfly chirps.  "That's why they think she can't swim."


The Bean glares.


"Maybe it will get better tomorrow," I offer.


"There isn't going to be a tomorrow."


The DW has already paid for this week and next.  This wouldn't be good.


Fast Forward, The DW is home and she is angry.  The Butterfly has joined the chorus of "Never Going Back Again".


The Butterfly rants and drops the 'S' bomb.  "The crafts are stupid.  They are for babies.  They're not challenging enough for me."  She runs crying from our kitchen.


The Next Day, The Bean and The Butterfly are dragged kicking and screaming into our Mini-Van.


When I go to pick them up, they are nowhere to be seen.


"We can't get them out of the pool."