When summer camp isn’t really, well. . . camp

My three youngest have started bringing home those pamphlets from school for summer camps. But as I quickly realized, my definition of 'summer camp' is outdated. Way outdated. Instead of nature hikes, swimming, crafts, and boating, these campers will get to play with computers. All day long. Seriously. At this camp, there isn't any rock climbing or archery. Or even campfires with burnt marshmallows and hot dogs. Instead, there's Pac Man and Super Mario. As far as I'm concerned, after a couple of weeks at summer camp, you're supposed to come back with a tan and freckles. But at this camp? I suspect the kids get a nice pasty complexion and a sensitivity to sunlight. And an aversion to all physical activity. Thanks, but no thanks. My kids are already slaves enough to electronics. They don't need to attend a camp where, for a couple hundred bucks, they can gather with other slaves, where they can all play video games together. Instead of writing letters home to their parents, I suppose these campers will give updates on Facebook or Twitter. "Hey Mom and Dad. Played some more Halo and Super Smash Bros today. My skin is starting to glow in the dark."



