Today at camp we were singing a song called The Shark Song, about sharks. It's a really simple song, where you just sing:
Baby Shark, do do, do do do (x3)
Momma shark, do do, do do do (x3)
Daddy shark, do do, do do do (x3)
Grandma shark, do do, do do do (x3)
And when you shout Shark Attack, you kind of attack everyone around you.
A couple campers were still attacking me with their sharks five minutes later when we were walking outside to go home. They just kept kind of pinching my arms with their "sharks" (fingers) and shouting "I got you!"
One of the two who were attacking me left, and the other one continued to attack me. He kind of pinched my boob and said "I ate your boob". I then ended the game.
Posted by Serene Chaos at 4:11:00 PM
Tuesday, July 13, 2004
Little girl I was babysitting for tonight: "I'm tired...I mean, I'm not tired..." She fell asleep about two minutes later.
Posted by Serene Chaos at 11:41:00 PM
I don't understand why the Park District wants all the camp counselors to look like big orange pumpkins. We have to wear staff shirts, and they are big big big and orange orange orange. I guess, if I weren't so short, the shirt wouldn't seem as big (and oddly, it may not seem as orange either). But it just seems so very orange and so very big, and it just doesn't look very professional. Even though the whole point of it is to make us all look uniform and professional.
And that is my Big Orange Shirt rant for the day. Have a good Tuesday!
Posted by Serene Chaos at 8:52:00 AM
Monday, July 12, 2004
She had to go to the bathroom so so so
bad that she couldn't wait 60 seconds until everyone else went into the locker room to change out of their bathing suites and into their clothes. When we got into the locker room, there was a line, so she had to wait. There was a long line. So we waited and waited. Finally, there was only one more person in front of her.
I heard her mumble something and then get out of line. "What did you say?" I asked.
"I don't need to go to the bathroom anymore," she decided. "I'll just go get dressed".
Ah, five-year-olds. It's reasons like this that I probably spend about 45 minutes of each camp day taking children to the bathroom. Because they get bored and decide they have to go right now
. And then three minutes after I get back to the room with that camper, another one feels the urgent need to go (though they did not have to go at all five minutes earlier).
Posted by Serene Chaos at 10:35:00 PM