I have post-summer-camp-itis. It’s that dis-ease that settles in once sleep finally revisits your eyelids, your bags are unpacked, musty clothes shuttled to (but not necessarily back from) the laundry,…
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I’m going to try my hardest to be objective, but I know I’m going to fail, so I’ll just get my bias out of the way right now: I have…
Cousin Camp, Day Three of shunning the laundry detergent. Here’s how we’re doing: My sister and I once upon three years ago traded maternity clothes. For a couple of months,…
“I poop on your head.” This statement, followed by eruptions of unmanly giggles, issues forth from a boy’s mouth. We call the boy Buddy, because, well, he is. He’s the…
A discussion takes place: “What’s my nickname?” “We call you Itty Bitty.” It’s a name that fits my pint-sized niece with the fairy-wing voice. She’s had the nickname since she…
The day was supposed to end in a cousin sleepover: Sleeping bags, drooly pillows, tangled feet, snarled hair, open mouths ushering in and out child snores, and fun. Lots and…