From Mommy:
I got this letter in the mail today. It must have taken a few days to arrive.
Dear Mom,
I am having a great time at Camp Westelaer. I am doing so many fun activities that the days just seem to fly right by! The Activities Director, Aunt Deb, keeps coming up with things to do, and Dad, Grandma, and Grandpa are great counselors. With Aunt Deb I go swimming, hiking, surfing, practice walking, and cuddling. She teaches me which sticks taste the best (they all taste pretty terrible), and she helps me to identify bird calls (the laser bird in our yard at home is really a Cardinal *Peew* *Peew* *wooopwoooopwooopwooop*).
My favorite is the dining hall! The grown-ups eat delicious meals, and I get to try all sorts of new foods and flavors: prunes, real banana, lettuce, and water from a big boy cup! Today I went Kayaking with Dad. I really like to be in and around the water, but I HATE the life jacket that I have to wear. It's so bulky, and I can't move to look around. But Daddy says that I'm not allowed to go boating without it; I guess safety has to come before comfort.
I miss you, and I can't wait to see you when I start to cry (you always seem to appear when I'm the least happy). Can I come back to camp again next month?
Tell Jack and Susie that I'm really trying to make my first word "kittty," and that I miss them, too.
Love,
Short Stack
The tiniest camper
Activities Director, Aunt Deb: