Her new water bottle, that was just replaced because she lost the one she had managed to keep with her since day 1, was also missing. After one day. Her counselors said, "she just HAD it." They said that they spent all day making sure that she had the top to it and then the whole bottle disappeared. Alex couldn't tell anyone where she just was (first rule....) and the counselors just sat there looking around but not moving. In all fairness, I'd need a stiff drink and a valium after that kind of day, so glass houses, people. They spend the day running around after so many little ones, making sure they have their water bottles, sunglasses, hats, are wearing sunblock, aren't eating any allergens and taking them to go potty. Oh. That's just Alex. Finally, new Luke took off running. He sprinted through the 200 yard long parking lot, across the street and came back with the bottle lickety split. it was under a bench at the field. My hero.
They had sports today and new Luke said that she played. They had home run derby (it sounds like the real thing although I don't think it was much of a derby), kickball, and dodgeball. Apparently the balls were different. Let's hope so. Late '70s & early '80s dodgeball was take-no-prisoners brutal. He couldn't say for sure what she did during that time or how she performed because he may have been taking some kid to the nurse. See? Dodgeball is no joke. Survival training and ninja training may have been building to this.
In any event, Alex wouldn't talk about it, saying she'll tell us tomorrow morning. Somehow I doubt it. First rule and everything.... They had Sandcastles, again, no details were forthcoming. Shocking, I know. They had Woodshop and she said they made something that they plan to paint next week. Last they had Ross Field Games. New Luke said that it was hot and Alex sat in the shade with her friends. I'd love to see that. Apparently that's when she left her water bottle under the bench. He said that Ross Field Games is usually more like duck, duck, goose than sports. Looks like she'd rather hang with her friends in the shade. Drinking cold water and having new Luke fetch her bottle. She's a smart one.
Last, but certainly not least, at bedtime last night she pulled down my shirt and started singing: "Shake your boobies, shake your boobies, yeah yeah" and laughing hysterically with that devilish expression on her face that you all know and love. I have no words. Officially speechless.
What?! What'd I say?
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