It was a keg party.
Imagine, a swimming pool full of rowdy young men.
The tap on the keg was getting a lot of use in between pool splashing marathons.
One young man remembered The Boy from camp last year (though The Boy did not remember HIM - he's lousy with that eye contact/facial recognition stuff).
The grownups left the kids to their own devices - it was one day where we feigned disinterest in our children's behavior (though we still watched them like hawks).
You could tell which parents had no kids with special needs - they were the ones facing AWAY from the pool. The rest of us? Watching every move, waiting for inappropriate behavior, or a possible meltdown.
The boys who ate - ate with the same speed and gusto The Boy displays (not saying that's a good thing, but he's not alone in his disgusting habits).
In our two hour visit, I failed to see anyone go off the deep end, behavior-wise (to use a pool metaphor).
Must have been something in that keg...besides root beer.
The Boy's Summer Program starts next Monday - so he'll be seeing most of his classmates soon. He's happy about that - last night, when he went to bed, he yelled, "Hey, Mom - are you sure school doesn't start tomorrow?"