And also, I did not have inclination.
Because I spent yesterday evening at a campfire with twenty sixth-graders, a few of their parents and teachers, and a few of my pals.
Some of the highlights:
- The "I've Got Peanut Butter in My Pants" song
- The "Invisible Bench" skit
- The "Doctor's Office" skit
- The commercials: three of the sixth-graders singing the "Free Credit Reports" ads from TV
- Our resultant awareness of how very good it is to get those sixth graders out into the woods for a week
- A poem, consisting of the one line, "I hate podiums!"
- The "Gigolo" song (not to be confused with the classic "Just a Gigolo,") sung by five girls who clearly do not know what that word means
- S'mores
- The realization that the two people (one of them me) responsible for putting out the fire had neither a bucket for water nor a flashlight to find their way back into camp
So today, my hair smells like woodsmoke. A lot. And I like it just fine.
Question for you: If you were a woman in her mid-30s, trying to cast someone as your husband for a skit, would you find it less awkward to ask an 11-year-old boy, or the father of one of the 11-year-olds?
5 comments:
I'd find it less awkward to ask the boy.
And those commercials? My 8-year-old loves them. I admit it - I like 'em too.
You and fire. I'm just saying...
Very good question on boy v. father. I thought it would be easy, but I just don't have an answer, despite much thought.
I like the commercials, too. And I can see a need to get away from them.
And by the way, I echo Mike.
I think I know the peanut butter song...
Just realized I never gave you the answer on this one. I did, in fact, ask a child. He did great, but there were some hoots and hollers when he was introduced as my husband. Weird.
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