Sweaty

Scene- Dining hall. Campers have been at camp approximately 1 hour. Counselor N walks up to me, leading a VERY unhappy looking 8 year old.

Counselor N- "He bit Thomas."

Me- "Bit?! Like, with his teeth?"

Counselor N-"yep"

Me (turning to the tiny scowling man with his little arms folded across his chest)- "Hey dude, what's the deal? You bit someone?"

Camper J- "I have to share a locker and I HATE sharing and I HATE him and I HATE this camp and I HATE everything and he bumped me and I HATE being touched."

Me- "So you bit him?"

Camper J- "Yeah, because I HATE him and I HATE this camp and I HATE..."

I could see this was going to go on and on. He was looking very unhappy. So in an attempt to distract him and perhaps build some rapport to try to work him through this, I asked him:

"How did he taste?"

(SCOWLING, ANGRY face, arms crossed, grinding his teeth as he grunted) "sweaty"

At that point, Counselor N had to turn his back and burst into laughter.

Me- "Yep, that's why we don't bite people at camp."