Comments: Hello Mudda, Hello Fadda***

If you left any treats behind with the girls in their cabins, I hope they were left behind in Coleman coolers. Only treats left behind in Coolers will survive the first night at camp with the marauding bands of raccoons (who have their their marauding young ones in tow). The raccoons show up after midnight and you know what? It's terrifying. They come in underneath the cabins(or climb the screens, and don't leave until they emptied the cabin of every Cheez Doodle, Dipsy Doodle, and Chips Ahoy they can get smell. Only the seasoned campers with mothers who were even more seasoned knew to bring the Colemans had their treats survive.

I hate camp. It's hell.

Posted by Mrs. Peperium at June 23, 2008 02:24 PM

And just what are you sayin' about my demographic?

Talkin' 'bout my demographic/My demographic, baybee ....

Posted by keysunset at June 23, 2008 03:39 PM

The first letter our 2nd son sent us from Scout camp:
Dear Mom and Dad,
The last three days have been a horror.

It went downhill from there...
Just thinking about it still makes me laugh!

Posted by Babs at June 23, 2008 06:15 PM

I always think of the movie "Meatballs" when ever anyone brings up camp. (I don't think you can really get that movie unless you have been at camp.)

I never went to camp that young, but they are usually structured to keep kids too busy to be home sick.

Posted by Zendo Deb at June 23, 2008 09:52 PM

While growing up I can only remember my mother buying two records: "Hello Mudda, Hello Fadda" and "They're Coming to Take Me Away". These are the cornerstones of my musikal edgikation.

Posted by Paul Phillips at June 24, 2008 06:51 AM