And Alex Calls Me a Sharer.

So today I stepped away from the Pink Office of Development at work to help out at the spring break camp we're running this week. I was there to hang out with a gang of small hooligans while they ate lunch. Man, did I get some dish.

Naomi, who I'd put at around 7 years-awesome, was very forthcoming about her family situation as she stood to eat her Lunchables. She has no dad. And one time a long time ago her dad wanted her mom to pay child support for $260,000 and she wouldn't and so he stole her baby brother. And she and her sister and 2 brothers all have the same birthday. She seemed totally cool with all of that, especially the part about sharing her birthday with her siblings.

Kristen, 9, told me that when she was a tiny baby her mom was doing a lot of drugs and smoking and she used to take her to daycare but then the police came and took her away from her mom because she could have been stolen because her mom wasn't paying attention. She has a new mom now and was very interested when Naomi said that she'd only seen her dad once, in court.

"You went to court?" Kristen asked.

Naomi was very nonchalant about court. "My dad has black eyes but my mom says they're red."

I also spent some time with Amelia, 5 and sporting the classic Daniel Johnston t-shirt, and Spencer, 9. We were the lunch stragglers because I had to go get Spencer a sandwich -- somebody ate his lunch at snack time. Amelia is just easily distracted and therefore slow. We talked about the fact that I have a baby in my stomach the size of a large pickle. Spencer and I discussed the practicality of water births and looked over his drawings of mutant fish. I think the Squidapeye was my favorite.

I suggested to Amelia as she was leaving to join the others in the gym that it might be a good idea for her to go to the bathroom and wash her face. She told me, as she skipped out of the room, "That probably would be a good idea because I have kidney problems."