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Monday Madness: The Winner
This was so hard. I had no idea so many people would e-mail me with such adorable and hilarious stories. Only a few left comments. I ended up with 31 story entries. I wish I could post all of the stories here. But I narrowed the choices down to 3, read them to my oldest 2 children without revealing who wrote the story and had them pick their favorite.
The winner of the gift certificate is The Armchair Theologian
Here is his story:
Around a decade ago, I was working at (a) Bible Camp in ... Canada ... and I got the youngest cabin of what was called "pee-wee camp"; an entire camp of 120 kids that were aged 5 to 7. My cabin had eleven 5 year olds and one 6 year old, Solomon. Now Solomon knew that he was the oldest kid in the cabin and shared that fact at every opportunity, often reminding the other kids to 'respect their elders' and such (he was kinda bossy, buy very funny).Seeing that I had a cabin of 1 ounce bladders, my junior counsellor and I would get the little guys into bed at around 9 every night and then wake them up around 12:30 for a midnight pee run, for obvious reasons. After the first night of pee runs, Solomon decided that he was 'too old' for pee runs and resolved to not do that 'little kid stuff' any more. The second night, when we woke everyone up for the pee run and Solomon refused to get out of bed. We urged him and tried to coax him out of bed, but he announced that "I'm SIX and I don't pee the bed anymore. SIX year olds don't pee the bed; That's what FIVE year olds do!" After a few minutes, we decided that the impending fight wasn't worth the struggle, so we ran to the bathroom with the other 11 campers and left Solomon to sleep.
In the morning, as the morning camp gong (our alarm clock) was ringing from across the camp, everyone slowly awoke and groggily started getting out of bed. As Solomon started to move around, he all of a sudden bolted upright on his top bunk and surveyed the room with a menacing glare. He pointed his little finger at everyone in the room and, in a accusative tone, demanded to know "All RIGHT! Which one of you peed my bed?!" Nobody confessed, but that morning in the shower I couldn't stop laughing. A decade later, I still laugh my head off thinking about that. I don't think he ever even considered the fact that it was possible that he was the one that peed his own bed. One of my most memorable camp moments!
Please contact Carla at Reflections and tell her I sent you.
It was so much fun to do this, I will have to do it again, or something like it. Have a Christ focused, blessed day.
