I don’t know where the Street Urchins summer, but most of them haven’t been around here too much (with the exception of Adventure Boy.) And despite sending my request for contact information home with each of them, I’d only wound up with home phone numbers for two of the four boys on the block.
One of the other boys showed up here today, when Little Brother and two friends were already in the pool. I handed him a fresh contact sheet and told him to go get it filled out (and to get a towel), and then he could swim. He told me that he’d lost the other one, but that his mom thought it was a good idea. He went back home, but 5 minutes later there he was, jumping into my pool without handing me a paper.
I made him get out of the water and sent him home to get it.
I felt bad about that for about 5 seconds. I have to protect these kids when they are here, and part of that is knowing how to reach their families in case of emergencies.
He came back with the paper filled out, and without a towel. Adventure Boy doesn’t have a towel either. (I told him to go home and change and get a towel, but he decided to just swim in his clothes.) And while Mean Mom might provide a few chocolate-chip cookies apres-swim, they’re on their own when it comes to towels.