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Liesl Testwuide was so excited to get a letter from her 8-year-old at summer camp, but when the mail came and she opened the envelope addressed to her, her son didn’t describe the camp fires, lightning bugs and tug-of-war competitions that one might think would happen at camp.
Nope. Her little boy perfected the over-share and we LOVE IT!
Good you packt extra underwear since I had diyareeya. It got on my shoes but not my pillow. I'm having fun at camp and learning stuff."
This… is hilarious, times a MILLION!
First off, we love that this kid couldn’t care less about his TMI story. He pooped his pants and decided to tell his mom about it. That’s true love.
Also, we’re so glad it didn’t get on his pillow! Because had it gotten on his pillow, that’d probably be a sure sign that this kid has the Plague and needs to be sent home early.
He wasn’t done with his letter though. He continues:
"I rock at winserfing and kyaking. I've ate more push-pops then anyone. I've ate 23 since Monday. Still two days left. 37 is the rekerd and I can beat it. Sweet!”
Suddenly the diarrhea makes perfect sense…
This adorable letter writer wasn’t the only one pooping at summer camp though. He goes on to tell his mom:
"I went horseback riding and the horse in front of me took 3 huge dumps. Smoke came off the poop. It was awesome.”
You can spend thousands of dollars on toys for your kids but the greatest joy they’ll ever know is watching animals defecate on a cold morning.
As if the Push-Pops didn’t explain his diarrhea enough, he then gave a second reason for why he could be having some stomach issues, saying:
"I used my toothbrush to dig for werms. Don't freek out. The guy in the bottem bunk lets me use his. Its safe. I don't know his name but he can burp the alphabit like me. A kid named Zack can burp the alphabit backwords. I'm practicing that.”
The bunkmates that brush together, stay together. Or at least get diarrhea together.
Finally, her son turned into a man by learning some new practical jokes and pranks. He confessed:
"We put oatmeel in the counsillor's baseball hat. It was pretty funny. Oatmeel is bad Mom. Even with razins. I shot a riffel. I'm a good aimer. Can we get one when I get home. Did you know you can light farts on fire? I'll show you on Satterday.
Love, W xoxo
PS your spaketti is way better
PSS Tell my brothers to have lots of farts for Satterday.”
So, it sounds like little W is having a blast at summer camp. Literally.
We wonder if Liesl will send him back there next summer. Or maybe she’ll choose a sleep-away camp with some better adult supervision and dietary guidelines??
Nahhh. This place sounds awesome!
Ch-ch-check out the actual letter in the pics above!
[Image via Hairpin Turns Ahead.]