Retro Waterfowl

The theme for Camp Chingachgook's winter women's weekend was the Fabulous Fifties. For dinner in the dining hall last night, I dug out my penny loafers and hairspray. Eliot watched as Toby pulled a leather jacket over his white T-shirt and I donned cherry lipstick.

"Can I dress up too?"

"Sure! We can find you something to wear."

"How about I dress up as a penguin?"

Eliot's halloween costume came down from a shelf. The penguin scrabbled over the ice to the dining hall, ate a hearty serving of salmon, and made an appearance at the Sock Hop. He refused to shed his feathers at bedtime, agreeing only to maneuver around enough for us to remove his extra layers. This morning, I found our visitor had stuck around for a lazy Sunday morning of rice chex and Disney movies.