I Don’t Think Chloe Wants to Come Home

Chloe is in heaven. Every time I’ve spoken to her this week, which usually lasts no more than 3 minutes, she sounded so happy and so enthusiastic, it’s terrific.

Chloe loves camp. Loves taking two-mile walks with the dogs. Loves spinning on the antiquated spinning wheel at the local park that no recent playgrounds have because they’re lawsuits waiting to happen. Loves Zydeco. Loves her handmade wooden biplane. Loves picking wild strawberries.
And to top it all off, she’s at the movies tonight, seeing “Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince” with her great-uncle.
Honestly, I’m afraid she’s going to be miserable when she comes home. When I asked her earlier today if she’d like to spend the entirety of next summer with her aunt and uncle, and go to the same camp, the “yes” was resounding. Hard to describe it in words – but it was a happy, emphatic, confident “yes!”
Are you ready for next year, Aunt Barbara and Uncle Brian?

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