The way things have been going lately, no grown ups seems like a pretty solid idea.
Lena: I’m the president of my world.
Me: Really? What’s it like there?
Lena: It’s so fun. You can do whatever you want.
Me: No rules?
Lena: You have to have fun. You have to help other kids have fun. And you can’t do anything bad, like pushing or not taking turns or not sharing. [Ed note: these are the rules at camp]
Me: Who decides what’s bad?
Lena: Me. I do. I’m the president.
Me: Sounds pretty great. Can I come?
Lena: No. No grown ups. Grown ups have to just look from the gate.