Tsk, tsk, tsk. Lazy, lazy blogger. What with all the celebratin’, I needed a break. Plus, I’ve got a case of the draahhhma camp blues. Our little show is Friday and, well, it could be rough.
Here’s what’s been scene and heard around camp lately:
— Another entitlement conversation with a parent that ended with “Fancy wants a bigger part. She’s very good. What can WE do about it?”
(Fancy is NOT very good. Fancy is adorable, but spooks when spoken to, never speaks above a whisper and WEEEE are not going to do ANYTHING about it!)
— The parent of Little Girl With Floozy Makeup grilling me about whether “the camp is good enough for her daughter.” Turn that question around, Mummy.
— My rapid transformation into the Simon Cowell of Kiddie Drama.
— One little girl telling me she has to stand still during the dance numbers because she has “way too many boo boos on my toes.”
— Needing to remind one little boy EVERY DAY to fight the urge to lie down in the middle of a song.
— Having one girl who has a new suggestion every five minutes — “She should wear red” “What if we all twirled like this?” “How about if we’re all barefoot?” “I could choreograph that part, if you want.” I guess what she really wants to do is direct.
— Having one little boy who follows me around constantly. Conversations go like this:
“Mrs. Tracey, look at my hair!”
His hair is perfectly normal.
“Wow!” I say. “It’s pretty neat.”
“Yeah.”
OR
“Mrs. Tracey, I found this on the floor!”
It’s the chewed lid of a pen.
“Can I keep it?!”
“Oh, it looks a little chewed up, hon. Just throw it away, please.”
He appears to go to the trash can. I’m distracted by other things. Later:
“Brandon, what’s that in your mouth?”
“It’s that thing I found on the floor. I like it. I decided to keep it.”
OR
“Mrs. Tracey, feel my heartbeat.”
I do, gingerly. It’s beating like a normal heart.
“Wow! Feel that.”
“I just ran really, really fast.”
He didn’t.
“You did? Good for you.”
“Yeah.”
OR
“Mrs. Tracey, do you see my shoe?”
“Yes, ” I say, waiting for what’s coming next.
Nothing does.
So I’m a little tired. As is this post. You know the feeling. 😉
As Homer said, “It’s funny ’cause it’s true!” Wait, you thought I meant THAT Homer? Clearly you don’t know me yet.
As I read this post, I realized I was laughing AT the parents, but WITH the kids. Especially the director and pencap chewer. Those are classic.
-M@
I don’t know how you do it Tracy. It’s too much DRAMA for me. *wink, wink*
Unfortunately, I recognize little Brandon. My darling daughter is the female version of him. I’m really working with her on it. My sweet little attention hog.