Yesterday I attended Family Day at Camp Galil with The Foliage and his family. It's a Socialist Kibbutz sleep-away camp that his siblings have attended most of their summers. I would have LOVED to do something like this growing up, but our summers were occupied by visits to relatives' since we never saw them during the school year. A fair trade, I'd say. But that's beside the point.
My future sister-in-law, Robyn, showed us to her bunk, and then all the families of the kids in that bunk area gathered in a big circle to do some group activities. First we went around the circle to introduce ourselves, and my father-in-law to-be was made to go first. The instructions were to provide the following information:
1. Your name
2. Who you knew at camp
3. Name your favorite kid at camp
4. If you'd ever been before
He successfully got through the first and second, pointing out Robyn...and then started pointing out and naming his other kids in the circle. And said he loved them equally. As well as his other 3 kids who weren't there. And Jesus.
Because that's what you do at Jew camp. Talk about how you love Jesus.
About 5 minutes after that, during the next activity, which called for us to embody inanimate objects (during this particular round, moustaches) my totally appropriate and politically correct fiance Heiled Hitler. Seriously.
I want to post a picture for a visual reference, just to hammer that point home, but as I am NOT Jewish I'm probably not allowed. If you know The Foliage, please try to imagine this. The horror. The turning and feeling as though life is in slow motion as you realize what's happening. The straight arm and the glowingly self-satisfied bearded face, illuminated by sunlight through the trees on a hot summer's day. Noticing in your peripheral vision everyone around you dropping their jaws simultaneously.
Welcome to my future.