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Time for some pictures of children that are not mine, because I'm just creepy like that.
So, I work at a YMCA summer camp, which means I get to spend seven hours a day outside, struggling with humidity & whining children. It's like babysitting, really, except that I don't get paid as well, there is no indoor option, & most of the kids are in foster care/have parents in prison/have been abused/some combination of these. Lots of broken homes, & the most heartbreaking stories ever. But my hands-down favorite kids, the ones that make my job feel without-a-doubt worth it, are Michael & James.
James didn't smile, ever ever ever, for the first month or so of camp. When he does, though, it thrills me. I spend my days now acting ridiculously, just to watch him grin like this.
Also, his big brother Michael is just about perfect. He sings rap songs & ends every sentence with the word "yo". Needless to say, I adore him. Check the scar--he got it from "not listening to [his] mom."
Okay, I clearly have nothing else to say. Work has eaten up my entire life, & I don't so much mind it. This is likely to change, though, after Olympic Day tomorrow. We shall see!!