This really is my favorite thing I do all year.
You should see how creative they are.
Evil-Mrs.-Noodle-attempting-to-steal-all-the-chicken-in-Fried-Chicken-World-for-her-soup kind of creative. You should see how fun it is to have lengthy conversations with a group of eight year-olds about character development. My favorite thing.
You should see the way they flock to the stage on Friday night to show off all their new skills to their parents and friends and perfect strangers. It would make you proud.
You should see how wonderful these kids are to each other.
At the end of each day we all gather and have they share what they learned. You would not believe the whooping and hollering when a kid shows off a new skill. They don't care if their dance move is wobbly, or if their improv game makes no sense, they are so dang proud of their new buddies for being brave. It doesn't even sound real, but I assure you it is.
It makes me want to wave their flag in the faces of everyone who bemoans "kids these days" and their supposed entitled selfish ways.