I often find myself sitting amongst people at a wedding, class, bar mitzvah or any random event. The conversation that I involuntarily overhear goes something like this:
“So what camp are you registering your kid in?”
“I’m putting him in a backyard day camp – where there are 10 kids, and it goes till 12 pm, which works well…”
“Really? Who is in charge there? Does she take kids who are not toilet trained yet?”
“I’m not sure – you’d have to ask her, but she’s really great with the kids…”
As I’m writing the above dialogue, I’m thinking that some young uns out there will read it and think several things: First, why in the world is a grandmother placed at the same table as younger folks? Good point. Don’t know the answer to that right now. Second, they will note that I got some of my facts wrong. Another good point. But honestly I only hear bits and pieces of the chatter. It’s a good chance that I am misquoting a typical convo.
I’ve been there and done that. I have moved on. And to tell you all the truth, I’m embarrassed to admit: I am somewhat clueless about all of that. Continue reading