Love 'em all.

So here we are in week 6 of summer camp.
Those little 8 and 9 year olds that were driving
me to drink are now my little buddies.
They grow on you, ya know?
No, literally, they hang off me all day long.
I love:
-Mitchell - "Kerry. Kerry. Kerry. Kerry....."
-Katie tells me that her day was super because she was with me.
-Sara who hugs me all the time.
-I am no longer afraid of Anthony. All he needed was a little
attention and a few Starbursts.
-and Matthew.....
Ah,Matthew.
He may be my favorite.
He's tough, but lovable...and very fresh, but we're working on that.
I let him know he's approaching the "fresh line" and we need to back away.
He thinks that's funny, but he backs off.
He's also the one who I caught writing "this place suks" on the wall".
I always seem to catch him doing "things" and he can't understand it.
The other day I came around the corner to see him throwing his
water bottle up into the air knocking ceiling tiles out of whack.
His claim -
"Everyone does things, why do you always catch me?"
Well, yesterday he punched another little guy in the nuts.
The details are not important (well, I guess they are to the other kid)
but this deed earned Matthew a trip to the office.
After his "talking to" I came in and asked him what happened.
Sadly, he explained:
"Well, I apologized and I don't have to go home. But....
the next time something happens I'm getting thrown
out of camp.........and that'll probably be tomorrow."
He sounded like "well, I guess this is it, I may as well
just throw my hands up in the air and surrender. There's no hope"
He was so cute, in a sad sort of way.
Oh well, I hope we make it through the day together.
Maybe I'll just keep him by my side all day....and on a leash.
And NO water bottles.