I sent a child off to day-camp today in the pouring rain. I noted that she wasn't on the clip board list, but that was cool because she also was a late sign up. The staff member shuffled the kids on the bus, and said she's good to go. So, I leave to pick up two more kids from two other locations, and this takes hours because we live in the boonies. I get back - to a message, "Mrs. Wronglastname? We have your daughter here, everything is fine, she's having a blast, but -- we can't find her registraion."
I have this crazy vision of my child sent packing, lunch bag in hand, in the rain, walking home.
"I <sniff> can't <snort> stay."
She left the car with a case of anxiety, "What if it rains all day? What if I lose my lunch? Will I know anyone?" I can only imagine her reaction if the staff said anything to her about not. being. signed. up. The woman asked when I was there to register, did I use another name, were we just stupid?! (She didn't but I was starting to think it.) I swear to you - I went. I signed up THREE kids for two sessions each. I paid three registrations and one session via my debit card. $75 x's 3 + one two week session = I would remember this payment.
Well, they can't find it, and I'm asking if they need to send her home, I'll be right there. She's having a good time, no need, but they will keep looking and send home a new one if necessary. I also asked for a receipt for the debit, because it's out of my account!
(Just so you know, this is how things work for me. LOL.)
Before this, I picked up my boy from his over-night birthday party, and he's got big bruised welts from paintball. I ask him if he's going to do THAT again, "Maybe, but with protection." HA. He says he got a good shot. "Oh yeah, who'd ya get?" He says, "The referree, I shot him in the head." This boy will never have a real gun.
We made it home, after a huge circle, and everyone is safe and sound. It's going to be a long summer.
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