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| Hats like this. Not this nice and brighter pink but like this in that it is a hat that is pink. |
To ensure a safe and uneventful trip my dad had a couple
weird rituals that we were required to do before we could leave the
camper to venture forth. Before we left we went by this t-shirt shop
in the town next to ours and bought these
florescent-pink-foam-front-mesh-back-one-size-fits-no-one hats and
six extra large T-shirts in the same gawdawful hue. We then wrote our
name and contact information inside the hats and cinched them down
tight to try and get them to stay on our heads. The shirts were
either much to long so they more resembled house dresses or when we
tucked them in for that more dressy look it looked like we were
trying to smuggle inter tubes in our pants. Every time we were going
to get out of the camper we all had to put on our hats and
knee-length dresses and stand outside for inspection to make sure we
were all up to dress code. As much as I despised the uniform I do
have to admit as a parent myself now it would be hard to lose a
day-glow pink kid. Before we left an attraction we would all have to
'go try' in the bathroom even if we didn't feel the urgency yet.
This was a labor saving tactic for my dad and his potty cleaning
duties. When we got back we had to take off our uniforms and put them
in the back closet of the camper and them everyone had to yell their
own name to my dad and mom in the cab to make sure we were all
accounted for. This may seem over cautious if you didn't know that my
mom had left kids places more then once. The last chore before we
could get going was to lock and latch the back door to make doubly
sure it was safely closed and would stay that way. Then my dad or mom
would yell back, 'Locked and latched?' Whomever was on door duty had
to yell back, 'Locked and latched!' That and only that if you yelled
back yes or yep they would just repeat the question. Once we were all
in and settled then we could start fighting again.
