I wasn't expecting to take the new car home until at least next weekend, but got a pleasant surprise when they said it was ready to go.
When DialogDog was a boy, he wanted to go to summer camp. He was told to fill out a form for camp at his church, so he did — or at least he thought it was a sign-up form for camp. He turned the form in and a while later his mom got a phone call informing her that the family qualified to foster a child based on the form that DialogDog had filled out.
Yes, instead of filling out a camp form, DialogDog had filled out a form to become a foster family. And that is how DialogDog got his little brother and missed out on the whole camp experience as a youth.
As for me, my parents thought camp was the half-day parks and rec program down the street from our house where we were sent each summer day to make lanyards and string beads next to the winos and heroin addicts who hung out on the playground. It was nothing like that ’80s classic Little Darlings where Kristy McNichols and Tatum O’Neal go off to camp to compete in canoeing, fishing and losing their virginity — although there was some shady stuff going on it that park restroom, let me tell you… .
Now,after all those years, DialogDog and I are finally going to get to go to camp. We signed the family up for a four-day Heritage Camp in the Rocky Mountains aimed at families who have adopted from Korea. There will be fishing, canoeing, horseback riding (but hopefully no losing of one’s virginity …), plus we get to stay up late and roast marshmallows and tell scary stories around the campfire.
We are so looking forward to it!
We might even take The Midge along so she can get the whole camp experience too… .
