Golf and Previlean and Mermaid Tails… or are these tales?

This morning only Alexander went to camp because sometime around April Jane told me that she was, “too old for camp” and didn’t want to go this year. Of course I called and asked if she could be a CIT, they said, “yes” and Jane explained that she wasn’t old enough to be a CIT. She’s neither fish nor foul at age 13. In the first minutes of June Jane begged me to sign her up for camp. Tough luck, only half the days she wanted were available so today …