YMCA Summer Camp Program

My two boys have been in various YMCA summer camps over the last three years here in Seattle, and we’re all pretty sprung on the Y programs. These guys just know how to process the short hoodlums we unleash upon them. Even the younger staff members seem suspiciously polite and kind, so they must have top-​notch management. The Y’s been around forever, and their years of experience are openly evidenced by the casual efficiency with which all logistics (such as paperwork, immunization records, health documentation, etc) are handled breezily, with «short but urgently necessary» workarounds for less organized parents, who baby jeezus can attest sure as sam-​nation would in no reality, present or alternate, Ever Include Me.
When I drop the boys they’re often sleepy. See, because the Y programs have kicked their ass! They fall asleep in their shoes, they’re so exercised and sundrenched and suffused with good health. What happens after that, well, who knows, because like all honest parents, I really need a few hours to recoup my sanity.
But I have it on good authority that they are doing things like archery, tag, a game called «Ninja Maneuvers» which is indisputably awesome, and occasional day trips to the beach and to wooded parks, and, in some cases, to Wild Waves. Throughout it all, the people you interact with are so unremittingly good-​natured, it feels like you might go into Wholesomeness Shock.
When the time comes to retrieve my charges, they’re red-​cheeked and vibrant and so very exhausted. That they then descend into the mad-​dog like behavior other parents will well recognize as incumbent with The Changing of the Guard, it surely can’t be blamed on this crew. They’re the best. I plan on sending my boys to the Y Day Camp all through college.