Art Camp and Restrooms...

 

Dan loves to draw. Of course 90% of his masterpieces involve restrooms and urinals, but then art is in the eye of the beholder, isn't it?

Art Camp was a no-brainer for us. Only offered for one week in the summer, I just knew Dan would love it. He'd been wanting to go to camp like his cousins, so we skipped a session of swim lessons and signed him up.

 

The first day Dan was a bit disappointed by the size of the camp (small - only about ten kids), and he was a bit reluctant for me to go. I had to wait a full five minutes before he gave the okay for me to leave...

 

There were a few incidents as the days went by. First, Dan did not want to sit next to girls. Oh, how that will change...

Also, the teacher was a bit perplexed by his penchant for drawing restrooms. But really, who can blame her?

 

The other incident involved - you guessed it - the restroom. Dan was quite excited to find a urinal in the men's restroom. I let him go in alone because no one else was in the building. When he was taking a bit too long I opened the door and caught him red-handed holding that deodorizer thingy that sits in the urinal. At least he wasn't touching it directly - he'd taken a paper towel in his hand and used that to lift it. Still, quite a big no no.

I think I am the only mother who has to discipline he rson by taking away the privilege of going into restrooms.

Sigh.

 

All in all it was a wonderful experience for Dan, and he wanted to go back "every day". He'll have to wait until next year. Perhaps by then he'll expand his repetiore...


No, probably not.