Jake is headed into his seventh week of camp at the Y, and let me just say, it’s clear this is exactly what a six-year-old is meant to be doing. Not sitting still and perfecting his ability to compose opinion pieces.
Jacob has leapt into Splash Camp every other week, alternated with Lego Robo-Sports Camp (where he built and programmed a Lego robot to play baseball and wrestle), Baking Desserts Camp and Discovery Camp. I know, I know. I lost you at Lego Robo-Sports Camp… I couldn’t even understand that entire week’s worth of dinnertime conversations. Miss Veronica is his favorite counselor– probably because she calls him Jakey Cakes.
We’ve had great fun singing A Roosta Sha and I said a Boom Chick-A Boom. It seems camp songs have remained unchanged for the last 20+ years– I wasn’t aware there had been such little innovation in the genre of camper carols. And now, that’s about to change…
Jake has taught us a lot of new I said a Boom Chick-A Boom versions we weren’t familiar with like:
Car Style: I said a Vroom Chick-A Vroom and
Janitor Style: I said a Broom Chick-A Broom
I was pretty proud of myself when I came up with:
Egyptian Style: I said a Tomb Chick-A Tomb
Weaver Style: I said a Loom Chick-A Loom and
Mommy Style: I said a Womb Chick-A Womb.
James whipped out some pretty impressive versions tonight including:
Indiana Jones Style: I said a Doom Chick-A Doom and
Astronaut Style: I said a Moon Chick-A Moon.
And then Jake sings what can only be deemed The Song of the Summer:
Cereal Style!:
I said a Spoon Chick-A Spoon.
I said a Spoon Chick-A Spoon.
I said a Spoon Chick-A Spoon.
I said a Spoon Chick-A Spoon.
I said a Spoon Chick-A Rock-A Chick-A Rock-A Chick-A Spoon.
I said a Spoon Chick-A Rock-A Chick-A Rock-A Chick-A Spoon.
Oh the spoons…