July 10, 2017
I occasionally wonder if I can legitimately call myself an adult.
Lets take a moment to review the facts.
On the “yes I am an adult” side, we have the following:
While this seems like a compelling list, there are important counterpoints. Here are reasons to say “no, I am not an adult”.
Lets be perfectly honest here. If someone walked up to you wearing leiderhosen, swatting bugs with a Babolat racquest and escorting a woman wearing lizards, you would cross to the other side of the street, point us out to your children and simply say, “that is why you should stay in school.”
Yet this is actually a normal week at camp.
In an odd way, camp makes us feel simultaneously old and young. We have been running camps longer 98% of our population have been alive, so that makes us feel a bit long-in-the-tooth. But sharing the fun and silliness with your children makes us feel like kids.
By the way, the outfit today was for Bavarian night. The woman I am pictured with is AC Ma’am, one of our Division Leaders. She bought an authentic dirndl in Austria, so she asked to take a picture with me in my lederhosen. We need to get Susie Ma’am a dirndl to go with her chameleons.