A Camp Cliffhanger

Last Monday, Graham headed to Church camp, which was held at University of New England in Biddeford, Maine. He stayed in the dorms, and his buddy Elijah was his roommate. He had his phone and could use it whenever. His updates from camp the entire week were as follows.

Monday
Graham: Some of the kids in my company are weirdos.
Lauren: How so?
Graham: Like from Utah or whatever

Tuesday
Lauren: How is camp?
Graham: Good

Wednesday
Graham: I ran five miles this morning. They only give us thirty minutes for exercise, so I have to do my last mile during free period later. I met a kid from Plymouth South who won leagues in eighth grade. We ran together.

Thursday
Me (two days later): How are you doing? Did you get your run in?
Graham: Yeah. I did four this morning and have to do three during free period.

And that was pretty much it for the whole week. No idea what he did with whom.

Oh wait, except, there was this on Friday night.

Graham: Someone took a dump in the shower and tried to waffle stomp it down the drain.
Lindsay: wtf
Lucia: wtf!!
Graham: Typical boy stuff

So this completely lacked context, Graham answered no questions at all about it, and then two hours later, we got this:

Graham: I’m currently hiding in the lead suspect’s closet to confront him about the poop.

Would you like to know what happened? Was there a confession? Did the suspect get a giant wedgie for what he did? Was anyone weirded out when Graham jumped out of the closet? Well, dear readers, your guess is as good as mine because Graham provided no follow-up or conclusion. The best we can say is that the camp Instagram posted this of Graham, which led Grant to say, “Graham can dance?”

We didn’t know either.

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