Send in the clowns

Uno wants to go to circus camp.

Several months ago the girls all watched Judy Moody and the Not Bummer Summer, a not-so-bad-as-kid-flicks-go sort of movie whose protagonist has to endure a few months of First World Problems (she doesn't get to go to California with her parents, and her two BFFs leave her for Borneo and circus camp, respectively). (Seriously, Borneo? Circus camp? Who are these people?) I didn't think the movie had left any lasting marks on their psyches, until yesterday when Uno sat down and started googling.

I always thought sleep-away summer camps were a myth, or only for the likes of Hayley Mills (and Hayley Mills!). Unless you count church camp (which I don't; stupid church camp) (it's just VBS with extra mosquitoes and leeches!), I didn't know anyone growing up who had been to one. But now I think maybe it's a regional thing; plenty of my on-line friends from the East coast went to actual camps with fake Indian names (though oddly, none of them met any long-lost siblings). And they're not all rich, either (that I know of), so it doesn't appear just to be a chi-chi people thing. Go figure.

So yeah, circus camp: Uno's googling didn't turn up any near us, but there is one very near my sister in the ATL. "Don't get your hopes up," I told her. "I'm not sending you this year." But I think I'll tuck that information away in my brain, and the next time I'm tempted to sell her to the gypsies maybe I'll consider the circus instead. ;-)


~RCH~