Remember a couple of years ago when all three girls went to camp?
Well, allow me to catch you up.
Two years ago, all three girls went to Girl Scout camp (four if you count my fourth daughter, Sadie) at the same time ( woot-woot!! to 5 days without kids!!) and this particular camp ended up having an issue with their wells that caused the camp to be without potable water for 2 days. (If you don’t camp, potable water is water that is safe to drink, cook with and bathe in) We knew about the problem because the camp, of course, emailed us to tell us about the issue and what they were doing to rectify it.
Communication with the girls, however, was only by snail mail. The day we were (literally) going to pick them up, we got this card in the mail from Mackenzie:
While I’m happy to say that we IMMEDIATELY went to retrieve her from her destined journey to the bowels of hell, needless to say, she’s never gone to camp again. No amount of bribing could get that kid to go back to camp and I’m okay with that.
Luckily, the others have continued to go (luckily) and we haven’t received any other SOS notes from camp.
Until this year. This is the letter we get from Cassie -
“Dear Mom We have a ant problem Can’t talk now bye <3′s Cassie Daukas”
Once I got them back safe in my arms, I found out that the ant problem was so severe that they couldn’t even have FOB (feet on bed) time during the day.
I’m happy to report that both girls returned home with nary an ant bite on them and they’re anxious to return back to camp next summer.
Ants and all.