There are times when I believe I am way too immature to be a parent.
This afternoon was one of those.
I picked up my 6th grader from school today and asked him how is day went.
He mumbled a few words until suddenly remembering something at which point he became very animated.
“Mom, there’s this 2 week away band camp that I can go to this summer and I think it would be lots of fun. It’s only $750 and we get to be in a band, work on our own instrument, there’s a dance every night, but we can pass on going to that, and you sleep in the college dorms.”
“Oh and Mom, at band camp there’s a rock wall and a pool and basketball courts.”
At band camp.
Am I the only one who’s mind went directly to Alyson Hannigan and her, “This one time, at band camp?”
Please tell me I’m not.
And after watching that clip just now I can assure you there will be absolutely no band camp this summer.
Or any other summer.
Thankfully we already have a vacation scheduled right in the middle of band camp so the idea of going was put to rest pretty quickly.
Now if I can only serve our apple pie dessert with a straight face.
(Told you, immature. And no we weren’t really having pie).