“I want to go play there!” she announced. “There are boys over there!”
This girl scares me. I’ve known for years that I am the father of a girl, but I never expected such enthusiasm for boys at such a young age.
**
Currently, there are fourteen children under the age of seven and three teenagers trying to decide whether or not to believe that I do not have a belly button. I may or may not reveal the truth before camp ends on Friday. At the height of their disbelief I asked Captain Chaos, “Does Daddy have a belly button?”
She smiled and shook her head. “Nope!”
They couldn’t decide whether to believe that she was telling the truth or just well coached for a scam.
**
I repaired four children at camp today. That’s six for the week. As soon as I cleaned one cut knee another kid came up complaining that she had slipped on the flagstone and was bleeding. After watching me clean up all those children, Captain Chaos noticed a small red spot on my lower right leg that had been a bug bite that I scratched one too many times. She unzipped my emergency kit, pulled out my cotton balls, peroxide, Neosporin and Band-Aids, and started to clean my leg. She washed the cut, put a dab of goo on the spot, and perfectly placed the sticky part of a Band-Aid over the sore. She was sweet and tender and I’m grateful that Band-Aides don’t stick to Neosporin.
