My dad is the head softball coach at the local community college. Because I love him so (and because he wouldn't take 'no' for an answer), I've volunteered my time for two different camps this summer.
The first camp was last month and the second camp took place today. The first had a pretty large group of campers - ranging from girls ages 8-14, and today's group was quite a bit smaller - but made up of the same ages.
Both days I found myself thinking, "These girls be sassy."
Last month, two little gems stuck out in particular.
The first one was eliminated from a pop-fly challenge, and I told her that she got, "An 'A' for effort." She looked at me like I was a complete moron and proclaimed, full of 'tude, "Effort doesn't begin with an 'A.' It begins with an 'E'."
Our conversation then went something like this:
Me: (Chuckle) You are absolutely right. I was just using a phrase and trying to tell you that even though you didn't catch the ball - you tried your best and that's all we ask.
Devil Child: (Glaring) Are you sure you're in college?
Seriously? This little pipsqueak was nine years old and full of sass.
After lunch, one charming little camper asked how old I was. I'd been waiting for this question all day.
Our conversation then went something like this:
Me: How old do you think I am?
Little Brat: 42.
Suuuuuuuper.
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(The one on the left told me I was her BFF. Holler.)
Luckily, nothing too sassy stuck out today, but there were definitely some interesting... Comments.
I'm sorry, Daddio, but thank God you are done with camps for awhile. My sassy-tolerance is empty.
Take Luck,
LP
this made me laugh out loud. and then i realized some day our boys will probably be dating sassy girls like these. Lord help us.
ReplyDeleteUgh, I coach volleyball camps and I put my foot down when they try and tell me I'll be working with that age group. I don't have the patience to deal with some snotty teenager who's been forced to come to this camp, ha. Is that mean? ;)
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