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The big brother attends the Town’s summer camp. It’s nice, it’s close and it’s much cheaper than the snooty expensive private camps us residents of Westchester (aka, Whitelandia) are supposed to be sending our kids to.

There’s one rule for the lower (i.e., younger kids) groups… (no, not that rule).. the kids must wear sneakers and preferably with socks. No sandals, flip flops or bare feet at our camp, no! Supposedly since they ‘introduced’ this ‘rule’ the incidence of foot injuries has declined. Some might even argue that’s a good thing. I say why deny our children the lesson that blisters and stubbed toes can afford them?

So the other day I took the boy out for breakfast before dropping him off at camp and he turned to me and uttered the words that strike fear into the hearts of every parent…”Grizella’s (not her real name) mommy let’s her wear sandals to camp, why can’t I?”

“Is Grizella in your age group?”

“Yes.”

“And is her Mommy aware that kindergartners and first graders are supposed to wear sneakers?”

“I guess.”

“Well then… Grizell’s mother is a CRACK WHORE.”

I didn’t tell him the part about her being a crack whore but I did tell him to get in the action with the daughter before the older kids found out. No really, I am a good parent.

Grizella’s mom, if you read this.. WHY ARE YOU GIVING MY CHILDREN AMMUNITION?

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