So Busy...
I must be dreadfully important because I wouldn't be this busy if I weren't.
:: Tosses hair aside::
:: Sigh::
If only you knew.
I decided that I'm a pathological liar. Not that this is a bad thing or anything, it can be quite fun, especially when children are involved. I am spending my summer working at a day camp with children ranging from 1st to 6th graders.
The *stories* began on the first day "No, Rob is not my boyfriend, just a boy that's a friend." They continue to question us about our alleged relationship. If only they knew what we did on the weekends. Mouha ha ha ha!
Jenn and I also told them all that we were twin sisters, damn they're dumb. "You aren't twin sisters!" "Yes we are." "So what's your birthday?" "Same as Jenn's" "Oh." "What's your birthday?" "Same as Jackie's" "Oh." Let me reiterate, there are no stupid questions, just stupid children.
Yesterday, during the field trip to the Phila Zoo, I told the children that staff members had permission to feed the children... to the animals. Speaking about feeding on children, there was also that story I told them about my habit of turning into a shark when I am in water. The 1st graders were pissed when I went to the pool and didn't Shark-ify. "We aren't in the ocean I cant be a shark in the pool, duh!" Ha ha.
Last week we went to the roller skating rink I caused quite a disturbance with the kiddies when I convinced them that, because of the insurance liability, whey were going to have to rent the whole helmet and padding get-up along with the skates. They were so pissed! Bwa ha ha ha! When they realized I tricked them I said, "But seriously guys, when they do the couple's skate, who are you going to skate with?" Their faces went stark white "COUPLE'S SKATE?!" "Yeah, they'll kick you off if you're skating alone, you'd better get a partner lined up." That was priceless. The bus ride was silent, as the kids developed severe anxiety about whom they'd skate with.
For afternoon activity Chris, Dave and I played a rousing game of Fugitive (like hide-n-seek tag, but no one knows who's it) rather than sending out the fugitives to hide, we secretly told everyone to hide, except Max. When he opened his eyes and saw all 20 kids GONE. He was completely dumbfounded. "Where is everyone?" Then we made him go find everyone. We sat around and laughed.
On the last day of after school club, the kids were all playing inside, and Ashley and I filled water balloons for an hour. I sent Ashley and Chris outside to hide, and I ran upstairs telling everyone that we were having the last fire drill of the year, and they'd better cooperate or else....
:: Insert Jackie's mean teacher face here::
The kids booked outside, fearing my wrath, only to find themselves under attack. Ashley and Chris had fun pelting the unsuspecting victims with water balloons.
I've also started a lovely rumor about Older After School Club for the kids who will be there for the first time this September.
"Moses, let me tell you a little something about OASC. Wait, how old are you?"
"I’m 10."
"Let me see you do 10 push ups"
"Ok!"
"Good, keep practicing. See, at OASC when we punish kids, we make them do push-ups in increments of their age." I LOVE that rumor. I might have to enforce it this year.
And I wonder why some people have trust issues. HA! I'm perpetuating the cycle!
:: Tosses hair aside::
:: Sigh::
If only you knew.
I decided that I'm a pathological liar. Not that this is a bad thing or anything, it can be quite fun, especially when children are involved. I am spending my summer working at a day camp with children ranging from 1st to 6th graders.
The *stories* began on the first day "No, Rob is not my boyfriend, just a boy that's a friend." They continue to question us about our alleged relationship. If only they knew what we did on the weekends. Mouha ha ha ha!
Jenn and I also told them all that we were twin sisters, damn they're dumb. "You aren't twin sisters!" "Yes we are." "So what's your birthday?" "Same as Jenn's" "Oh." "What's your birthday?" "Same as Jackie's" "Oh." Let me reiterate, there are no stupid questions, just stupid children.
Yesterday, during the field trip to the Phila Zoo, I told the children that staff members had permission to feed the children... to the animals. Speaking about feeding on children, there was also that story I told them about my habit of turning into a shark when I am in water. The 1st graders were pissed when I went to the pool and didn't Shark-ify. "We aren't in the ocean I cant be a shark in the pool, duh!" Ha ha.
Last week we went to the roller skating rink I caused quite a disturbance with the kiddies when I convinced them that, because of the insurance liability, whey were going to have to rent the whole helmet and padding get-up along with the skates. They were so pissed! Bwa ha ha ha! When they realized I tricked them I said, "But seriously guys, when they do the couple's skate, who are you going to skate with?" Their faces went stark white "COUPLE'S SKATE?!" "Yeah, they'll kick you off if you're skating alone, you'd better get a partner lined up." That was priceless. The bus ride was silent, as the kids developed severe anxiety about whom they'd skate with.
For afternoon activity Chris, Dave and I played a rousing game of Fugitive (like hide-n-seek tag, but no one knows who's it) rather than sending out the fugitives to hide, we secretly told everyone to hide, except Max. When he opened his eyes and saw all 20 kids GONE. He was completely dumbfounded. "Where is everyone?" Then we made him go find everyone. We sat around and laughed.
On the last day of after school club, the kids were all playing inside, and Ashley and I filled water balloons for an hour. I sent Ashley and Chris outside to hide, and I ran upstairs telling everyone that we were having the last fire drill of the year, and they'd better cooperate or else....
:: Insert Jackie's mean teacher face here::
The kids booked outside, fearing my wrath, only to find themselves under attack. Ashley and Chris had fun pelting the unsuspecting victims with water balloons.
I've also started a lovely rumor about Older After School Club for the kids who will be there for the first time this September.
"Moses, let me tell you a little something about OASC. Wait, how old are you?"
"I’m 10."
"Let me see you do 10 push ups"
"Ok!"
"Good, keep practicing. See, at OASC when we punish kids, we make them do push-ups in increments of their age." I LOVE that rumor. I might have to enforce it this year.
And I wonder why some people have trust issues. HA! I'm perpetuating the cycle!