As for Emmett, he was set against having fun. (Or at least letting me know he was having fun. Information trickles out days later, things like “I was the best one at gymnastics.”)
Today was “Wild West Day.” Campers were encouraged to wear their cowboy clothes. Lucky for us we had just been to the Calgary Stampede. But, wait, the only cowboy clothes he got were bedroom slippers that looked like cowboy boots–in camoflauge design. We’re creative, broadminded types, which is how it came to pass that Emmett went off to camp in slippers and University of Texas Longhorns basketball uniform.
He and Ihad reached a deal this morning: I’d pick him up early from camp and take him to a swimming lesson. He was waiting for me when I arrived at 1:01 p.m., sitting on a tree stump and wearing his backpack. Truth is, he did look bored. A few other kids were traipsing about with a hose, appearing to enjoy themselves. The young counselors were watching, not much was happening. He saw me and immediately stood up and started to make his exit. First he went over to where his tie-dye t-shirt was still drying, hoping to take it and escape.
“It’s still wet,” his sweet young counselor said. “You can take it home tomorrow, Emmett,” she smiled kindly.
He didn’t so much as glance her direction. His face was serious and he bored holes into my eyes. “Mom,” he said in a raspy voice. “Tomorrow we are coming for the shirt, then I am getting back in the car. OKAY???”
We left it open. I still have work to finish, after all. And it’s okay if he’s bored; at least no one’s making him do push-ups.
After we picked up Aaron, we celebrated their freedom with ice cream. Home at last, we combined the best of both boys’ camps in our front yard: Cowboy Baseball.
Here it is, with Aaron’s batting helmet replacing the cowboy hat Emmett won today for “singing loud.”
All’s well that end’s with ice cream, baseball and boots.