On Friday afternoon I got an email from UK International announcing there were still spots left in their Arroyo Grande Safe Soccer Camp. No marketing email in the history of marketing emails has ever proven such perfect attribution and immediate behavioral action. I started signing my children up for any week remotely located within driving distance from our house.
The zombies seemed genuinely excited. They willingly peeled themselves from the couch, applying their deodorant and deodorant stick sunscreen. We packed lunches and instituted rules for the lunch hour without supervision in between morning and afternoon camp sessions. I admit I was a little worried. What if the little vampires went out into the sunshine and their Minecraft eyes were permanently blinded? Or their skin shriveled and crumbled into an iPad covered in bone dust? Was it possible their little YouTube legs would no longer be able to support their weight– three crooked steps across the grass and then buckling and collapsing beneath them?
James was in charge of drop-off and I was on pick-up. I watched from my car for a few minutes as they wrapped-up the scrimmage. Oh what joy it is to see little kids playing in the sunshine. And being shouted at by young men with British accents. It was fun to recognize Coach Kieran from our hosting experience last summer.
The boys have splotchy sunburns, a few small maladies, and empty lunchboxes. I bet they’ll sleep well tonight.
One of the coaches told James this is the first sports camp in all of California to be granted a permit to operate. All I can say is thank goodness for the Brits.
God save the queen!