“So, would you guys like to do a Shakespeare camp this summer?” Jenn asked the children between bites of dinner. “You’d get to learn a play and act it out.”
“Yes!” Graham pumped his fist. “I can be very dramatic.” He smiled a “What me worry?” smile.
My eyes surveyed the table to confirm utter agreement.
“Shakespeare is Dad’s favorite writer, you know,” Jenn nodded.
“I took 3 classes in college just on his plays and poems.”
“Really,” Evan asked, shaking his head in disbelief, “that’s dedication.” He took a bite and continued, “What kind of plays will we do?”
“My ghost will appear,” I said wiggling my fingers to be spooky, “to tell you not to worry about Denmark. It’s a silly country. Maybe go north across the sea to Norway. They have fjords. And quit picking on Ophelia.”
“You’re weird, Dad,” Evan remarked, erasing any doubt.
“What other camps do you want to do?” Jenn asked.
“Fencing, for sure,” Graham parried-six and riposted in the air. “Fencing will be cool.”
“Yeah I want to do fencing too,” Evan nodded.
They discussed a few other camps they’re excited about: Eco Camp, Nature Camp, and Soccer Camp, but they’re most excited about Shakespeare and fencing.
Huzzah! The nerdliness is inherited. I need to invest in some quality high-impact polyhedrals.
Tonight we’ll cement the damage, taking them to High School Musical at the Kentucky Center. Muhahaha…