Hard to believe that this time last week I was frantically stuffing things into bags
and checking lists and hoping that I had remembered everything.
Camp seems like a distant memory now, from long long ago.
Well for me anyway, but this little guy would probably tell you something very different.
And on the note of this little guy, he was a little upset the other day when we spoke of
camp next year and I told him I doubted that I would go - that I didn't think I would be teaching 5/6.
He was crushed.
Guess he loves me after all.