Dear camp counselor who thought putting a blue lion stamper in the hands of my four-year-old daughter was a splendid idea,
I’ll give you a head start since I need some more time to finish scrubbing Olivia’s forehead, cheeks, neck, legs, ha…nd, arms and feet with soap…but start runinng young lady, because if this momma finds you, she’s going to make it her business to cover you from head to toe with that same blue lion stamp.
A Not So Happy Camper (aka Mommy)
PS: If I don’t end up finding you, I’ll give you one guess as to what your tip will be at the end of camp. I hope you have always wanted a blue lion stamper of your very own.