A Tale of Two Camps, Year Two

July 31, 2007

Catie in her downy woodpecker mask she made at science camp.

Every Summer — in addition to camping trips and swimming lessons — I send the kids to at least two summer camps. Lest you think I am the kind of mom who doesn’t want to spend time with her kids…. Well, actually, sometimes I am the kind of Mom who doesn’t want to spend time with her kids. In fact yesterday I just about collapsed after the post-vacation foray to the grocery store. It was all I could do not to throw the ice cream in the freezer and leave the rest of the stuff on the counter while I collapsed on the couch with a martini. But I digress…

As I was saying, the kids go to two summer day camps. Last year they went to a couple of very different types of church camps, which I wrote about here. This year we made it to the first gung-ho “Jesus Freakin’ Loves You!” camp (also known as indoctrination camp). Then we opted for a science camp at one of our big urban parks. The girl’s favorite thing about camp — any camp — is the music. After a day at church camp they come back singing songs with lyrics like this:

I’m gonna clap my hands, I’m gonna stomp my feet
I’m gonna raise my hands, I’m gonna bow my knee,
From my head to my toes and all that’s in between
I’m giving you all of me…

But when they go to science camp they come home with songs like this:

It starts with an “S” and ends with a “T”
It comes out of you and it comes out of me
I know what your thinking but don’t call it that…
Lets be scientific and call it scat!