Poor kids. They never really had a chance.
Summer's supposed to be for playing and messing around and NOT learning. Then you throw Amy into the mix and suddenly the kids are expected to pay attention and ask questions and THINK.
Rumor has it there are facilities scattered through the area that cater to this kind of subversive education. Apparently, one is near our house at the edge of the Cedar River Watershed. (Which, I might add, should definitely offer me a pass to climb all their mountains for them since nobody else ever gets to go in there and climb. Just sayin'.)
At this devious location they cloak learning in fun by giving the kids a backpack full of "toys" like books and magnifying glasses and maps. It's so wrong. The poor kids go out and "play," but are really being taught lessons subliminally. I bet there are even subsonic speakers giving them instructions from the black helicopters that silently monitor everything from above. (Don't bother looking up. You won't see them.)
I'm glad to say I had no part in this atrocity. Blame Amy.