Summer camp is interesting because we take kids ages 6 through 13 and put them in the same room and teach them about robots.  While they’re learning with their similarly-aged partners it’s fine, but the playground can get a little hairy.

So one week at camp, there were two little seven-year-old girls that were partners.  Let’s call them Munchkin and Corky.  During recess, Munchkin’s older brother Winkles usually left them alone, but one day he decided to go bother the girls as they were playing on the swings.

The fateful words:  “I dare you to kiss each other.”

And then he started physically pushing them together, and egging them on.  I mean, I understand that he’s a ten-year-old boy, but come on. This is ridiculous.

Munchkin and Corky freak out, and Winkle runs away, and I got to chat with the girls for a while.  Luckily, it was near the end of the day, so it wasn’t long before the parents arrived to pick up their kids.  And then I had the pleasure of telling them all about the incident.  Winkle’s mom (also the mom of Munchkin, who seemed fine) tried to tell me that he’s been running with a rough crowd in school.  At ten years old.  What?!  On the other hand, Corky’s mom was the real firework, exploding only after the other parents had left.  So that was super fun.

Of course, when I got home and told Will, his first question was, “So did they do it?!”  (They didn’t.)