During the first week of summer camp, when we were all still learning names, one of the older girls, Betel, came up to me. She wanted to ask me a question, but first she was trying to get my attention by calling my name. The problem was, she didn't actually remember it. So she came up and said, "Miss..." and then glanced at my name tag. Then she looked back up at me and said, "Can I call you Miss Mary?" When I asked her why, she said just because she liked it, and when I told her that wasn't my name, she just sighed and walked away.
Will's older brother, Luke, could be a pain in the neck, but he was also incredibly fun. Whenever he could, he was playing ping pong and beating everyone. Every once in a while he would ask to play me, and most of the time he won, but once or twice I beat him, and every time I did, he said it was the hardest match he'd played so far.
One more Will story to end this collection: I went through a phase during the summer where I would color pictures to stay awake during the kids' free time. Will would always come up to the picture I was coloring and ask who it was for, and when I said no one or I didn't know yet, he always asked, "can I have it?"