Couldn’t Catch Him Redheaded

I work at a day camp where the teenagers are junior counselors (JCs) and are expected to help the counselors out. Unfortunately, the fifteen-year-old “helping” me is so immature that I spend more time babysitting him than I do most of the six-year-olds. This story happens during my second week at work

Me: “[Junior Counselor], can you go get [Kid] for me? He should be getting on the bus with us.”

Junior Counselor: “Which one’s [Kid]?”

Me: “The redhead.”

He walks over to the other group of six-year-olds, where the kid I need is. He soon comes back.

Junior Counselor: “I can’t find him.”

Me: “He’s by…”

At this point, my brain completely fails on the name of the counselor he’s standing by, so I gesture in the right direction. Please note that I am sending the JC because I am trying to keep five other kids in line, and also that, while the kid’s hair is not especially firey, it is definitely red, and no other kid in the group has hair with even a red tinge. After my JC fails to find the kid about three times, despite him being in clear view, I leave him to look after the other kids and get the one I need.

Me: “See? This is [Kid].”

Junior Counselor: “Oh.”

He stares at the kid’s hair for a second.

Junior Counselor: “That’s orange.”

Me: “That’s what ‘redhead’ means!”