He went totally rogue with his clothes. I packed shorts rolled with the shirts that matched.
By the fourth day, he was wearing this:
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Stripes and plaids? You have to have
a certain je ne sais quoi to pull that off. |
And, when we picked him up, he was wearing this:
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What? There's red and blue in the
shorts. It ties it all together. |
He participated in the End-of-Camp Rodeo.
He rode a horse out to the middle of the arena...
...and stole a ribbon from what had to have been...
...the most disturbing Rodeo Clowns I have. ever. seen.
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God bless the college boys that will dress like this just so little
kids can have some fun. (But, there's a small chance they have
ruined any future they had in politics. "Cross-dressing Clown"
might be a campaign manager's worst nightmare...) |
On the drive home, he asked if he could go back to camp again... this summer.
He slept almost 11 hours his first night home.
He brought home half a ranch worth of dirt in his duffle bag.
It doesn't appear that any of his soap or shampoo was used.
And, mainly? Because when we got there, we were greeted with this dirty-faced smile!