Life

Written Thursday

Today was great! I got to clean camper puke off of the said camper, got run into a tree at full speed, and doubled my mosquito bite count! =D Isn't it wonderful? Ha! I think I cracked... finally.
Listen to this awesome conversation!

Kindergartener: [sitting between me and Mr. Thomas] Mr. Thomas, are you married?
Mr. Thomas: [laughs] Nooooo...
Kid: Why? Do you hate women?
Mr. Thomas: [laughs again] No. Quite the opposite; women hate me. [indicates me] She does.
Me: Nooo! I don't hate Mr. Thomas! Don't listen to him-- I adore him.
Mr. Thomas: Okay then, she's the only exception.
Kid: [thinks for twenty seconds looking from me to him and then smiles suggestively] Well then, Miss Amber-- are you married?
Me: [with Mr. Thomas cracking up in the background, and between giggles] No, sweetie, you see that happens a lot in other countries but 15 year olds don't generally get married where we live.
Mr. Thomas: [offhandedly] With as much as she practices, Miss Amber must be married to her cello.
Kid: Miss Amber?
Me: yes?
Kid: Do you and your cello have babies?

That was the single greatest five minutes of camp. Then the little kid (Mr. Thomas' most ardent admirer) decides he wants to take a nap right there with us watching everyone else on the playground and use us as bedding. At first I told him that Mr. Thomas would be very comfortable and he tried to use mme as a footrest. Then I mentioned that I would make a better pillow, so he moved to use Mr. Thomas as a footrest, and me as a pillow. I looked down at the sleeping child, and Mr. Thomas and I exchanged glances and we both affirmed "I can deal with that." So we ended up talking on the bench and calling to kids not to swing too high and climb up the slide with a little kid asleep on us. That was seriously fun.

Tomorrow, I'll tell you about CTF!