Camp

Both boys started camp this morning. They were so excited that they would have slept on the front stoop if I would have let them. Watching Gish getting on to the bus was a bit of a surreal experience. SG assured me that he would look out for his little brother and scare away all the bullies. I thought that was very sweet of him. I didn't tell him that I firmly believe that anyone that tries to mess with Gish will surely end up on the losing side of that battle (Gish can absolutely take care of himself). SG also made Daddy buy him a notebook to pack in this backpack so that he can fill it with the names and phone numbers of all the friends he is going to make. I'm sure he filled the first 2 pages before he ever got off the bus. I tried to tell him to wait a couple of days until he knows the kids better but patience is not one of his strong suits.

I have renamed them: they are now my children "Moody" and "Persistent". I made the mistake of telling them those names. SG, aka Persistent follows Gish, aka Moody around saying "you're moody. Yes, you are, you're moody. You're moody, you're moody..." etc etc etc. Of course the more persistent he is about it the more angry the little one gets. By the end he's screaming "I AM NOT MOODY!!" It's really quite humorous. I wonder where they get those traits? (ahem)

A short post today. Will post more after I see how they like camp.