Dining with Squirrels

This past week has been bubbling with Camp Roger songs, stories, cabin chants and jokes. I delighted to watch my quiet nephew tell a shaggy dog story to his grandpa and grama, Ben and Lucy chiming in details or just bursting into laughter as they anticipated the good parts.

So Ben may have just picked this one up at camp, although I would prefer to believe it is his very own:

We spent a few days at Lake Michigan last week and one morning Ben gathered a bunch of feathers from the sand and stuck them in his hair (ew).  He fixed me with an imperious stare and, puffing his sandy, white chest at me, pronounced:

“I am Navajo Chief Dumb Luck.  Step aside, White Lady!”