A few weeks ago, it somehow became A Thing for my ~12 year-old campers to randomly say “butthole”. All week, they’d bide their time, watching me, waiting for me to let down my guard… then they’d strike.
“Butthole,” they’d whisper while I scooped myself some eggs. “Butthole,” they’d mutter while we marched to activities. Butthole. Butthole. Butthole.
There was nothing I could do… it wasn’t a swear, and threatening them with punishment for saying “butthole” isnt’ my style. I decided the best course of action was to just ignore it until they got bored. It worked! I didn’t hear the word “butthole” for a days!
…That is, until one night after I put them to bed. I had to go to a unit meeting, and when I got back, I thought they were all asleep. I took off my shoes as quietly as possible and started tip-toeing towards my bunk, only for several boys to suddenly shine their flashlights at me and scream “BUTTHOLES!” at the top of their lungs.
Children are terrible.