Wm, The Lost

Wm's summer camp managed to lose him.  He went to the bathroom, and while he was gone, the teacher "forgot" he was in the bathroom and took the kids down to the rumpus room.  So Wm returns to his clubhouse to find it empty.  He then began to wander the halls, weeping. Until it occurred to him to go to the office.  They managed to call around and get him re-hooked up with his group.  He was majorly freaked out.  It was a good opportunity for me to talk to him about what to do when you're lost.  But, that is the first time Wm has been lost.  He's not much of a wanderer, and we keep a pretty close eye on him.  So it was majorly terrifying for him.  Luckily, it was Steve who took him the next day and got the apology speech.  Because, surprisingly, Steve is way more of a hardass than I am.  If someone apologizes to me, for nearly anything, I am usually like, "Oh, it's OK...no problem."  So I probably would have been like, "It's fine...lose him, don't lose him...it's OK." But, Steve stood his ground and just mostly silently glared at the teacher, refusing to tell her it was OK.  Good for Steve - because, really, it's NOT OK to lose my kid!  And, I know from experience, The Steve Glare of Doom can be scary. I have been on the receiving end many a time.

Wm also got to go to some splash park which he declared "lame." He was all, "I want to go to ZOOMBEZI BAY!" So, I guess we are Zoombezi Bay bound at some point - even though Shortypants is too short to ride 80% of the rides.

Half the park. The swim shirt will be useful.

We are going to the outdoor pool near our house for the first time this weekend.  And Wm is geared up to learn the doggy paddle!