The bully on the bus never bothered the boys again. He doesn't go to the boy's school, so we're good with that.
Always on the last day they have the parents out, and the kids do skits, songs, and just have fun.
I could tell Isaak was having a blast!
Mica was too far away to get a good photo of.
My nephew Edison was right by my side. I'm sure my sister loved that I was luring him in to play with me by sticking out my own tongue. Then he started doing it to.
Their main camp song:
Afterwards everyone scurries to their camp site to get an award. I went to Isaak's, Travis went to Mica's, then we met up afterwards.
Isaak got The Happy Camper Award. Supposedly he made his leaders the most happy because he was always happy. It was so funny because he was such a grump each day after camp. He was probably wore out.
Mica got the Chalk it Up Award. They each draw pictures in the dirt. I guess Mica's became their camps logo.
Both boys almost left their lunch bags at the camp. We found one in the lost and found, and Mica had to go back to his campsite to get his. He insisted that I had it. I insisted that I gave it back to him because it wasn't my job to hold his bag. I had enough things in my hands.
I'm really glad they did this camp at this time. It was one week before school started, and it got the boys prepared for more of a school schedule. In fact they were so wore out that they went to bed at 7:30 some nights.