Screaming Children Are Kinda Cute

Today as I was looking down at all of the soaking screaming children, I got very nastalgic about camp. It has been a really long time since I've worked at camp, but today it kind of felt like it wasn't that long ago.
Usually lifeguarding could hardly be compared to being a camp staff, and the lifeguards at camp are generally known as the slackers. Yup, not much people or problem solving skills involved in sitting on a very high lifeguard stand looking stoic (I've always felt that lifeguards should be sort of stern). But after yelling at kids all day to walk and don't run and walk please and don't make me come over there and whoa full white moon, pull up those shorts, the nastalgia just kind of hit me. Kids are just where it's at.
I met the most adorable little child of my dreams this morning when the usual one o'clock load of kids from the boys and girls club rolled in to terrorize the facility for a good three hours. And somewhere around the adventure pool after the second whoa buddy slow down where's the fire, I noticed how perfect this little guy was. He was probably eight, and he was wearing aqua socks, which he thought where premium running shoes, and he was stick thin. But the really wonderful thing about this guy was the freckles. I think freckles make a person automatically whimsical. This fellow had the kind of freckles that I would probably paint on myself before going to a harvest party in overalls and bandana, right on his cheeks were huge red freckles and I was about this close to taking him home with me. I wish I had. He probably didn't belong to anyone, I bet he was a stray.
Anyway, now I just want to go sit on a splintery wooden bench and sing "I love you California" and my personal favorite, the extended version of "Old McDonald" (it's my favorite cause all the staff get to go on stage and act like morons). Sigghhh,
Well, when I got home this zuccini torte was waiting for me. It was so pretty, I felt I couldn't possible eat it, but I finally compromised and decided to pseudo-publish it. Mom has a special touch for making pastry, it's 'cause she's Danish.