A few weeks ago...
Ella: I signed Zoey up for another summer camp.Me: Cool. Another art camp? A sports camp?
Ella: No. A multicultural camp.
Me: What does that mean?
Ella: It means she'll learn about different countries and cultures.
Me: She's three.
Ella: So?
Me: Couldn't she learn something that would be a little more useful to her right now?
Ella: I think this will be useful.
Me: Can't she go to Learn To Read Camp?
Ella: I think the multicultural camp will be fun.
Me: How about Learn To Tie Your Shoes Camp?
Ella: Are you done yet?
Yesterday...
We arrived at the church where the Multicultural Camp was held. We were walking through the building when we came across a woman wearing a white, flowing robe. "That's odd," I thought to myself as we exchanged smiles.When we came to the classroom, there were four women all wearing white, flowing robes. I thought I had stumbled upon a Polyphonic Spree jam session. "Christ," I thought. "This isn't a camp. It's a commune!"
Even though every instinct told me to run away, I gave Zoey a goodbye kiss and spoke with her teachers for a few minutes, trying to uncover their hidden hippie agenda. No luck.
I ran outside and phoned Ella.
Me: What the hell kind of camp did you sign Zoey up for?
Ella: A multicultural camp.
Me: It's run by hippies!
Ella: What are you talking about?
Me: Hippies! They're all wearing white robes!
Ella: I'm sure you're overreacting. As usual.
Me: No! I saw them!
Ella: Denise sent Rachel there last summer. She loved it.
Me: Is Denise a hippie?
Ella: No!
Me: I bet Rachel is now!
Today...
As we were driving home from Multicultural Camp, I noticed an overpowering scent in the car.It was a familiar scent.
It was a nauseating scent.
It was...
PATCHOULI!!!
Me: Zoey, did your teacher spray perfume on you?
Zoey: Yes, Daddy!
Me: grumble, mumble, grumble
