The Camper

You may be pleased that know that Boy Child really enjoyed camp.  And he ate.  He even tried Pizza! Apparently he ate about half a slice and threw the rest in the food scraps bin while no one was looking. I was very impressed because he was given an English muffin with chicken and cheese on it on a school thing last term and he gave it away because he couldn't even look at it.

I asked him if he liked the pizza and he said yes.  He paused and then said It made me feel like I was going to throw up.  Ummm, okay.  Mate, if it makes you feel like you are going to throw up then you don’t actually like it.  I think that is something we will have to work on.

He did all sorts of exciting things and thankfully slept in a bed instead of under one.   He did get whacked in the thumb on the Gladiator course they did but it’s only sprained and bruised, not broken.

Now for me.  I think I did well while he was gone. On Monday, I did eat 2 snickers bars.  But that was my worst chocolate day.  Regardless, I need to break my chocolate habit. 

I think all the work (and tears –mine) that went into preparing for camp was worthwhile.  It worked out very well.