Turnabout IS Fair Play
July 31, 2008 11:49 PM | 0 Comments
Last night was Campfire Night at the Girl Scout Camp my daughters 13-year-old Kit and 8-year-old Caroline have been attending for the past two weeks. It's a day camp at this lovely little oasis in West Seattle called Camp Long. Campfire Night marks the final night of camp. The girls put on skits and sing songs for their parents and siblings, and then spend the night at camp. I have to confess that their songs make The Brothers Grimm fairy tales look upbeat - it seems like everyone croaks prematurely in their songs or meets odd ends.
In the Northwest tradition, it was freezing and drizzling when my sports fan husband Bryan, 10-year-old son Austin and I arrived at Camp Long. Since seating is limited we hauled our own portable chairs. Austin plunked down in a chair, draped something waterproof over his head to stay dry and proceeded to complain at various junctures about how boring the program was. Bryan, too, seemed to have a short fuse for the event. They even rejected offers to sample the cherry chocolate cake, which was baked over the fire and was the only warm thing for miles. JEEEEEZZZZZ.
After kissing the girls good night and failing to fix Kit's flashlight with an infusion of more AA Batteries, we headed across the meadow to our car. I ranted about how families have to support each other and reminded Austin that we had all invested time and energy in his recent bid for the Washington State Little League All Stars Tournament. He replied: "Well, at least THAT was INTERESTING." For whom, I ask?
So, it's clear that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Good night, and eat some s'mores.
The Sports Widow
(aka Nan Hall)
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