Smurf Hands

It is our 3rd day into camp and things are still going swimmingly, literally. I have been swimming everyday since school has let out, yet I see no difference in my tan. It is quite puzzling to me. Maybe the difference is so subtle each day that I don't notice. At least I am not burning.

Today we tie dyed t shirts. Talk about clan destiny. I was meant to have this job. I tie dye like no other. I didn't even schedule this activity, it was decided before I got the job. It was cute to see some of the little kids trying to rubber band their shirts. I swear that I had to go over each one and redo their bands. After everyone had their bands on it was time to dye. We dumped the dye in a bucket with warm water and had the kids put their shirts in themselves before we took them out to wash them. I called the first kid up and had him put his shirt in. What could go wrong? Well I forgot to tell him to put gloves on! It didn't dawn on me until he showed me his hands after he was through. I laughed and told him to go wash his hand. Well he washed and washed, yet his hands still had a blue tint to him. Of course Smurf hands went around showing everyone his hands. All the kids were excited to get to dye their hands too, until I brought out the gloves. I had never seen so many smiles fade so quickly. They were more excited at the possibility of dyed digits instead of the shirts. It made me long to be a kid again. Hoping for those simple pleasure. Not caring about the color of our skin...