My daughter is doing a horse riding summer camp this week. She has been subjected to plenty of “Well I never got to ride horses when I was a kid, I had to sit in a cardboard box with some yarn stapled to the lid all summer” flibbity floo sorts of things from me, enough so that she hopefully realizes we are by no means embarking down the slippery, expensive slope of riding on a regular basis. One week this summer and that is it.
The camp she is going to seems to be doing a good job of giving them a “real” experience as opposed to a “put on some jodhpurs and look like an equestrienne” one, which is good. My kid is coming home looking like a chinchilla after a dust bath, cheeks streaked with dirt, hair all messy, tales of grooming multiple animals. She’s working her keister off, and that is great because she’s for once in her life pooped by bedtime.
Another thing that makes it fun is that she is doing it with two of her friends. We had them over for a little bit on Monday and Wednesday, and being dusty and exhausted, they were in dire need of snacks. On Monday, I gave them cupcakes and sent them upstairs to do whatever it is little girls do (which in this case turned out to be choreographing a Katy Perry dance.)
After a little bit, I went up and picked up the empty plates.
“Don’t take my cupcake!” said one of the girls.
I looked in my hand. It was just an empty plate.
Now, all these girls have big dogs at home (though both of her friends’ dogs are way mellower than Brody.) They employed proper due diligence and placed their plates up on a dresser. Still licked clean, though.
Two days later, I sent the girls upstairs with fruit and banana bread and the reminder to beware of the snack snatcher. An hour later, the same poor soul announced she was starving, because “someone licked my plate all clean. And it wasn’t me.”
Ten years from now when my daughter is in therapy because no one would come over to play and she doesn’t know why, I will have to tell her the tale of the strange hairy, ghostly apparition who materializes from under beds, behind curtains and through doors to spirit away the snacks of her friends.