This week, I won’t have to shuttle any kids to or from camp.
But, I thought I would share a camp memory from last week.
Kid #3 was enrolled in a film class. The drop-off instructions said to enter through the front doors of the school on the first day of camp and meet the instructor in the lobby at 8:45.
So, on the first day of camp, we parked the car, entered the school through the main entrance and looked around for someone to help us.
A man in a suit greeted us. “Can I help you?” he asked politely.
“We’re looking for the film class,” I said.
“Oh, I’ll escort you to the front office,” he replied. “I apologize for all of the commotion. We’re having a principals’ meeting today.” He made a sweeping gesture with his hand.
As he spoke, I became aware of all of the principals walking through the front lobby and gathering in a large conference room. The men were wearing collars. The women, long, starched habits.
I suddenly became self-conscious of my clothing choice. After rolling out of bed, I had chosen to wear a pair of camo cargo shorts and a Muppets T-shirt emblazoned with a picture of Animal and the words “Want Woman!” Standard butch attire. I folded my arms in front of me and tried to look casual and maternal.
I told W about my adventure later that night.
“You owe me big time,” I said.
“Did you not notice the words ‘Pope John Paul II’ in the name of the school?” she asked.