Little kids are amazing.
For the past couple of weeks I've been working as a camp counsellor, supervising a group of eight-year-old girls as they soak in the summer and party on the playground. Through all the fun and the sunshine, I've really gotten to know them-- and the stories they leave me with are among the sweetest and the funniest I've ever heard.
From the self-righteous camper claiming Justin Bieber as her boyfriend to the boondoggle-bonanza that has become the basis of many of our lives, I've been having the time of my life-- singing and dancing and running and cheering-- partying like a princess and playing pretend as a pirate.
It makes me realize how much fun I used to have when I was their age-- and makes me realize how much fun the rest of my summer with them is going to be.
--I mean, where else can I come to work dressed as a superhero and not only get away with it, but be applauded for my powers?
