Kiddie Kamp Saga

I can't believe I haven't written about this yet!  I think it was last week when this all happened.  Since Kiddie Kamp is four hours, I have to pack Madison a lunch on Tuesdays and Thursdays when she goes.  They aren't allowed meat sandwiches, so she gets a jelly sandwich each day.  I also throw in a juice box and a snack.  Normally, I throw a couple of cookies in there, but I couldn't find any.  I asked her what she wanted, and she decided fruit snacks.  I quickly threw two in there (and at the time, I thought about opening for her and putting them in a baggie and decided against it).

When I went to pick her up from Kiddie Kamp, she literally cried so hard I couldn't understand her almost all the way home (aff).  This is a kid who loves Kiddie Kamp, so I had to figure out what happened.  Once I got her to calm down a little, I think I got most of the story.  She gave the boy teacher (the camp counselor) the fruit snacks to open, and he only gave her one back.  That is why she was so upset.  She deserves a few trophies for some of the names she came up with to call him: peehead and meaniebutt are two of my favorites.  I stiffled my giggles and told her she can't call her teacher names.  She also told me he needed to go to jail.  Yes, all this over a thing of fruit snacks.

Now, I honestly can't see anybody stealing fruit snacks from a 4 year old.  They don't taste that good.  I told her it was accident, and he probably forgot who they belonged too.   However, I have been keeping an eye on this since.  To be continued . . .