Camp Bully

Getting the kids off to camp was very difficult today.  Donny started soccer last night after a full day of camp, so you can imagine how tired he was this morning.  I was very proud of him for trying and he even had fun with one of his best friends.  I knew we would have to be very sensitive to his needs this morning. When he woke me bright and earlier and asked to look at aircraft carriers on the computer, I politely sent him to his father for help.  I guess Donny didn't want to bother Big Daddy while he was drinking his coffee.  When Donny insisted on having Decor Snowflakes (sprinkles) on his breakfast I cheerfully agreed.  However, when he walked out of his room wearing corduroy pants, a button down shirt and a long sleeve t-shirt underneath, I had to put my foot down.  I looked him in the eye and asked, "What's her name?"  To which he replied, "Tasha."  My sweet, sweet boy.

The battle began.  He started to cry immediately.  How do you convince a child that the idea is good, however the execution needs a little help.  He didn't want to hear anything I had to say.  We were on his bed and I hugged him and told him he didn't need those clothes to be handsome.  The most handsome part of him was his heart and mind and that if Tasha was going to like him, it wouldn't be for the motorcycles embroidered on his pants.  I could see on his face we were making progress.  I started to apply his sunscreen and asked him to tell me about his girl.  He couldn't believe I wanted to know about her.  Before I knew it, he was dressed and ready to go.  Donny being Donny, he put on two hats and a pair of sunglasses and posed for me.  I gave him the thumbs up and off he went.

Now you are probably wondering about the camp bully.  Big Daddy arrived early for Abigail's pick up.  He decided to sit on the hill and watch his princess play since he rarely is able to just observe.   She was playing in the sandbox with another little girl.  Big Daddy watched as the shovel went into the sand and then over the head.  He looked around to see if any of the counselors noticed, not one.  Again the shovel went into the sand and was dumped over the head and no one saw a  thing.  As the shovel was  was about to dump for the third time, he jumped up and yelled, "ABIGAIL!"  Yes, our daughter is the camp bully and yet I am not surprised at all.