Finally, two letters arrived today that junior mailed a week and a half ago from camp on the west coast. She wrote them while “chillin in [her] tipi” between stilt and tightrope walking classes. She’s fine, of course.
I read an article the other day about the new trend of “kidsick” parents. The expert advised that it’s okay to tell your child that you miss her while she’s at camp, but you’re not supposed to say that the dog misses her, too, and the house is lonely without her. Whoops. But I did send chips in her care package.