Sunday was camp pickup day at my daughter’s three-week sleepaway camp. I always look forward to seeing her and hanging out for an hour or two at the camp, meeting her counselors and the other campers.
This year, my sister-in-law worked at the camp, so I was privy to oodles of insider stories. Like the parents who didn’t show up to pickup their daughter. Response when called “Oh.. is pickup today?” After three-weeks? She forgot? What, she forget she had a daughter, or what?
Next story was the grandparents who didn’t want to interrupt their vacation to pickup their granddaughter with chicken pox. Their suggestion? Can’t you send her to a hospital? Or just let her sleep in an office? Oops… wrong answers.
Okay, okay. These were only two stories out of a couple hundred. But still. Am I wrong here?