Camp

Soon after we decided to send Vivi to kindergarten at our neighborhood public school, we learned that the school was offering a four-week summer camp.  We figured this would be a great opportunity for her to make some new friends, get used to the building, and have some fun.  Plus, at $50 a week for full-day camp, we couldn't exactly scoff at the price.  In fact, I believe my exact words were, "You're going to take my kid for eight hours a day, five days a week, and charge me $50.  Are you shitting me?"

Anyway, do you want to know what Vivi learned at camp yesterday?

Sure you do.

She learned about George Washington.
She learned how to fly a kite.  (Literally-- not the figurative way I taught her.)
She learned that cacti live in the desert in the Southwestern United States. 

And... she learned the word pussy.  (I'm not talking about cats here.)

I guess you get what you pay for. 

Comments

  1. KathrynJuly 6, 2011 at 3:33 PM

    :( boo! All the trouble we ran into out first daughter in school. had we decided to continue school, we would have found a way to teach her, explain to her, so she would know whats ok and whats not. And you will too. Figure it all out, I mean!!!

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  2. Holly GJuly 6, 2011 at 4:56 PM

    Lol...sorry, I couldn't help but laugh a little at this story. Call me a terrible parent, but for $50/week and all that positive learning (the first few things you listed), I'd still send my kids in a heartbeat. I can talk to them about appropriate language as needed (and I'm willing to bet the adults at camp will too).

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  3. championm2000July 7, 2011 at 9:11 AM

    Wonder what they learn in first grade??

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  4. ProfBrodyJuly 8, 2011 at 10:23 AM

    I think profanity is a required part of the curriculum here in MA. Usually they wait until driver's ed, though...

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