Look who's back from overnight camp?
No fashion police on the farm meant the freedom of socks and sandals for this lady.
My readers across the Atlantic are like...Wait? Your four year-old went to overnight camp? Yes - four nights away with seven other kids from her Kita and a dozen more from the sister Mafalda Kitas. Four saints teachers keep the rascals safe at a guesthouse somewhere an hour-and-a-half drive from Berlin. She was so excited to get on the bus that she didn't even say goodbye.
Hugo went to camp last year and famously sent home the following postcard:
"Can I please never go to a Kita trip again."
We honored his request. He stayed home with Crosby. In his words, "The Kita trip was a little fun. But between a little fun, and not seeing your parents… I mean, of course you want to see your parents.”
The Kita will send a document with photos telling what they did while they were away. The details I got over lunch pertained to some drama involving a stuffed animal and laughing when she wasn't supposed to. As such, the official letter will fill in some gaps. Carmen's been doing this for the last hour-and-a-half:
I'd say it was a successful trip.
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