This is what my son wrote for his paragraph in the family Christmas letter. He’s 13.
“Last summer I went to camp where we had a storm with no rain because the drops evaporated before they hit the ground. However, the lightening caused a wildfire, and we had to evacuate. We were relocated to a small room, which is always the best place to go in a fire. Everyone knew exactly what they were doing.
I was already sick from previous encounters with atrocious meals served up by nutritionally inept camp directors. While in the small, not fire-safe room, I puked on some kids. No. No. I didn’t puke on anyone……but I did spread my disease to the entire camp. Within 15 hours, the whole population of Boy Scout camp was infected with my cooties. THEY SHUT DOWN THE CAMP because of the incapacitating contagion, which spread, ironically, like wildfire.
I forgot everything else.”
I’m surprisingly proud to have this vomit section in our Christmas newsletter. The kid makes me laugh!
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