Shaun and I arrived home about 2 hours ago from Kids Camp with our church.

Photo 72We are tired.

Shaun had offered to play music with the band and I thought “hey, this would be a good chance for me to get more involved with the kids ministry at our church.” This thought, though well-intentioned, was nebulous in origin. I think I was envisioning more of a “helper” role. However, the leaders took me at my word (as they should have) and gave three bright-eyed 10 yr old girls as my charge. Me, being the veteran camp counselor thought “3 girls. No sweat.”

I forgot how exhausting just answering the questions of little kids are. The time between meal times were punctuated with questions about free time and the next meal.

Camper: When is free time?

Me: You’ll find out when I tell you.

Camper: Seriously. When’s free time?

Me: Seriously. When I tell you.

Camper: Jaaaaammmiiieee. I need to know.

Me: You need to know? What will happen if you don’t know?

Camper: I might melt.

Me: Ok. Well if you start to melt, I’ll tell you when free time is.

I also really love questions about when we’re going inside and when we can have a soda/candy.

Shaun loved every second of this because, as the guitarist of the band, he was responsible for being popular. (To his credit, he helped me a ton during his free time and meals. It helps being married to someone who is a kid at heart.) However, this also gave him ample opportunity to throw my favorite joke about wanting 6 kids (this is especially effective in group events and family gatherings) back in my face. When I was looking especially haggard or irritated he would say “So, six kids?”. Funny McCormick. Real funny. I don’t want six kids, but maybe six dogs.

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