We dropped our 12-year-old off at summer camp last Sunday.
She was only too glad to get away from us, especially after her father started singing made-up camp songs in line during registration (mortifying her is one of his many talents; singing is not).
She’s at an age where we are no longer her favorite people to spend time with — or even be seen with, really. But to her, camp is more than an escape: She thinks it’s fun. I went to camp once, and let me tell you, she’s wrong.