We survived our first day of Surf Camp. And by survived I mean no one got eaten by a shark. This means that our babysitter/life guard was able to play on the beach with Pumpkin without having to perform CPR on Mommy or partake in a daring ocean rescue, ala Baywatch (minus the montage).
Much was learned at camp today. In addition to learning how to paddle out and stand on a surf board we learned about “boobies.” Apparently there was a point in the day where the kids got to bury their male instructors in the sand and turn them into mermaids—-atomically correct mermaids. Apparently when the instructors said they would rather be MerMEN, a few of the boys didn’t want to part with the large boobies they constructed and as Bear helpfully pointed out to me, “they didn’t have any material on them.”
As in the sand “boobies”.
I’m so glad I missed that.
I don’t know what upsets me more.
The fact I’m paying $200 per child for surf lessons where they construct boobies,
Or the fact they’ve learned the slang term, boobies.
Hopefully tomorrow’s class will have more to do with surfing and less about constructing the female anatomy in sand.