First job

This summer my youngest, the go-getter, went out and got herself a paying summer job. She did this on her own because she wanted her own money. She usually babysits, but lately that steady summer job kept getting cancellations, and so she went out and got a job as a camp counselor. She started the first of July and finishes up next week. Her friend, who works at a gymnastic camp, warned her.

Friend: "You'll start off all excited and think you'll have so much fun with the little kids. You'll ooh and aah about how cute they are, but by the second day you'll be yelling, "Get in line. Stop crying. Put that away. Quit touching little Jimmy's arm. Use a Kleenex. Get in line!" It's all fun and games until you realize kids are brats."
Me: "Welcome to parenthood."
Darcy: "I worked with elementary school kids for four months this school year. I think it will be great."
Friend: "Miss Cara, please text me the first time she comes home whining about bratty kids."

I texted her friend after day one. The first paycheck kept her motivated, however, and she is looking forward to another themed camp next week. We're pretty proud of her.