|The finished products. Point me in the direction of Woodstock.|
Afterwards, we read a couple stories from Two Minute Mysteries by Donald J. Sobol (author of the Encyclopedia Brown books). While very short, these mysteries were more complex than that kid Brown ever solved and The Professor seemed to get frustrated. He likes the idea of being a detective or a spy and tries to put his deductive reasoning skills to use when watching the occasional episode of Poirot with me on Masterpiece Theatre. Unfortunately he also gets easily mad at himself and persistence is not his strong suit. Foghorn disappeared after the first sentence.
All hell broke loose during the fingerprint activity, with both kids acting up and trying to get away from the task as quickly as possible. I had felt the anger building each day as they were dismissive of my efforts and obnoxious to any and all who were around. (I'm waiting for a reader to leave a comment recommending, with all loving kindness, a military school for the children and an asylum for me. Or maybe just a suggestion to borrow my husband's belt.) I finally hit the wall this evening and let it be known that I was never doing another camp for them as long as I lived. Those who were around for the final day of camp 2010 will remember that I had the same fit and uttered the same words...but this time I mean it.
I had a meltdown all by myself in the dining room, mindlessly reading crap on the Internet while eating a pint of UDF's coconut chip ice cream. I then loudly announced that part two of the arts and crafts patch was taking place and if they wanted the patch they should show up. My son bounced down the stairs, oblivious to the smoke rolling out of my nostrils, and said, "Are you watching anything on t.v. right now?" I repeated about the patch and he said, "I think I'll skip it...if you don't mind."
|I shake my fist at you, Rose Art!|
Now might be a good time to mention my Airstream fantasy. I often get this image in my mind of a little teardrop trailer attached to the back of my red P.T. Cruiser. And in this fantasy I'm watching myself drive off. There is only one human head and two dog heads visible in the car and the little trailer is packed up with Ben & Jerry's ice cream, my five favorite Dooney and Bourke purses, and half a dozen books. And I'm always smiling...
For more ideas for things to do in Cincinnati (and things to do with kids in Cincinnati), please check out the post below.
** Things to Do in Cincinnati
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