So, I'm driving Julianna and her pal Ally home from camp
(camp songs! Sung really fast! Now with extra volume and laughter!),
and they're doing some weird-ass camp thing where someone burps and
then two other people shout out a color and the burper has to make an
animal noise...at least I THINK that was the procedure, I was just
playing along because I'm a Cool Mom...and Julianna was doing the
alpaca noise that her counselor taught them (another aside--the
counselors had pseudonyms: Alpaca, Angel, and Kool-Aid. What the hell
is that about? If this hadn't been a Girl Scout camp, no way would I
have left my first born in the care of people who won't tell me their
names. Oh, and one artificial coloring-deprived Brownie thought that
Kool-Aid was so named b/c she was a "cool aide." Which, apparently,
she wasn't because "she yelled all the time and was always fighting."
She was Irish. Probably drunk. ), and it was this weird whooping
noise. I said that the only noise I'd heard alpacas make was a kind of
moan. I made the noise. Ben said, "That sounds like a zombie." "Oh,
they ARE zombies. When llamas die, they come back as zombies. We just
call them alpacas because that's less creepy." "Really?" God bless
the child.
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