Amazingly, I never sang this song, not even in the raw footage.
Speaking of crying, we dropped Henry off at sleepaway camp yesterday. To clarify: the crying was not coming from him. It was right over here. From me. Specifically, my eye region. Raindrops from my eyes!
I did not, however, cry in front of him, because I knew it would upset him. So for instance, the night before he left when he walked back into the room and I was all red-eyed and sniffly I insisted that I had some crazy ALLERGIES and it was all ALLERGIES SHUT UP, but then he ruffled my hair and blew me a kiss as he walked out of the room, so I don't think I was fooling him even a little bit.
When we said goodbye at the camp (SOB) he was mopey and didn't want to look at us. I was ready to cry right then, but I exhibited some self-control, which was a good thing because we had to return a few minutes later to chat with his counselor. At which point we caught him having fun with the other kids in his cabin. I'm sure he'll be just fine. I'm not sure how I'm going to make it through the next two weeks. I have to keep re-reading the camp brochure, which lists all the fun activities that are going on there, none of which are "crying because your parents abandoned you in the woods" or "brutal ceaseless hazing."