My favourite are little kids, who can barely read, but whose parents definitely can. Taking note of the shirts was one of my favourite things about summer camp. They were all like ‘horses! pink!’ or ‘summer, sun, flowers’ or ‘dinosaur pirates’ or other nonsensical collections of vaguely related words.
My favourite are little kids, who can barely read, but whose parents definitely can. Taking note of the shirts was one of my favourite things about summer camp. They were all like ‘horses! pink!’ or ‘summer, sun, flowers’ or ‘dinosaur pirates’ or other nonsensical collections of vaguely related words.