The autistic peanut-butter kid came back today with his summer camp group. He bounded into the sort room and said "We're back!" triumphantly. He's about 7 years old.
About half way through his shift he came to the desk and giggled and said "I forgot where the bathrooms are," like it was the funniest joke he'd heard in years. I love him.
Another kid in his group had been reading a sign on our wall and came to me with this question:
"How does one dollar become nine dollars here?"
"Well, thanks to gracious volunteers like you and the generosity of people's food donations we are able to be extremely resourceful with the money that comes in. Does that make sense?"
"Uhm... not really."
"Nice people like you help us stretch our money."
"Oh. Okay."
I've been accused of being too wordy on many occasions. This confirmed it once again.
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