My son has been home from camp for well over a week now, but I am still working on the state of what he brought back with him. What DO they do at camp that gets them and every. single. blasted. thing they take with them so very dirty???!! Our car - where the clothes have remained whilst they wait their turn in the washer - smells like something died there. So while one sweet little boy came back from camp knowing he is forever saved, I am not so sure the camp clothes can be.
My son's reports, though, give hope that perhaps his ruined duds were all worth it. He seems to have learned some fabulous lessons through daily studies of the life of Joseph and well as some spiritually profound camp songs:
Everybody's doin' it - doin' it
Pickin' their nose and chewin' it- chewin' it
Thinkin' it's candy, but it'ssssssSNOT!
Really, though. For $85 bucks, he got sound Bible teaching, a week of memories that will evoke laughter with his buddies for the rest of his life (because I KNOW they will still sing this song as grown men; I live with one), and whatever fun physical activities that were rough enough to ruin his camp clothes. I'd say that was one heckuva bargain!
Monday, June 16, 2008
Camp Clothes......Can They Be Saved?
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Yay for great learning opportunities!
And why do grown men still sing those songs? I think they may do it to try to gross out their wives!
Good luck with the clothes!
Oh camp it's the best! I was a Children's Pastor at a Methodist church years ago and I used to go to camp with my church kids. Let me tell you, the boys would ALWAYS have on the same clothes day after day. I would have to beg them to please bathe and then put on clean clothes. Boys are just boys. I say burn the camp clothes. Save yourself, your house and your car, friend! :)
TTYL...
Hee hee hee hee. Love your last line, Denise! Too funny! I have gone as a counselor to this camp twice. (Well I stayed once - the other time, I had to drive home the second day puking every 20 miles with a 104 degree temperature, but I digress). But I had the girls. And they were the EXACT OPPOSITE. They about drove me crazy putting on their makeup between every single activity, especially to walk the dusty dirt path to the mess hall in 100 degree heat. And to impress who? Why, the filthy boys in their fifth day garments, of course! Too funny! And even funnier that I was the exact same way at their age! :-)
The best thing about a song like that is that he will surely teach it to your nieces and nephews and they will wonder what it wrong at your house (this is what happens with my 14-year-old). But it's all good.
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