Summer Camp

The first week of camp went surprisingly well. I was worried that, since Emma wasn't going to camp, each morning would be a struggle with Harper. I was pleasantly surprised when she bounded out of bed each morning practically begging to get to camp...NOW! She's having fun with her preschool friends and making new ones, too.

This was the scene when I dropped her off yesterday morning. Shaving cream. What could be better? Glad I wasn't the one cleaning up this preschool mess.

Today she was excited for the clown/variety show. However, I received a call at 10:30 am from her head counselor letting me know that she wet herself during the show. Miss Kerry was guessing that Harper was a little spooked by the clown. When I later questioned Harper, she told me that she "really, really had to pee, but I didn't want to ask Miss Kerry to take me during the show."  I had to go to school to pick her up. My thought while driving there: Will she ever want to go back to camp?

We shall see how tomorrow morning goes.