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Friday Funny—Easter Eggs in my Book

If you’re a fan of animated Disney films from over the last 30 years, you’ll be very familiar with this phrase: Easter Eggs.

No. I’m not talking about the kind you hide at Easter.

Side note…true story: as a kid, my grandma would have an Easter Egg hunt in the form of jelly beans. Every family member had a color (my mom always had the black ones because she was the only one in the family who liked black licorice. *gross*). It never failed—usually around Thanksgiving someone would ask, “Hey…who had green for the Easter Egg hunt? I found one of your jelly beans.”


In Disney movies, there are always several Easter Eggs that pop up from previous movies. For example, in the movie Aladdin, Sebastian the crab from the Little Mermaid makes an appearance. And for Disney lovers, finding those Easter Eggs is part of the Disney experience.

When I wrote my book, I purposely put several Easter Eggs from the summer camp I worked at throughout the book. Camp is full of tradition and I made sure that I snuck a few of those in there. So for the next few weeks until release day, I’m going to share with you some of those Easter Eggs—and maybe a passage or two.

Today’s Easter Egg: Sugar Daddies.

Not the candy.

No. Indeed...I do mean that kind of sugar daddy—the old man kind of sugar daddy.

I know.

In a book set at a summer camp?


Here’s a sweet little teaser from my book. Nate and Charlie are setting up a video shoot. Charlie needs to make a YouTube video in order to save her job as the host of a wildly popular DIY television show (…think Martha Stewart meets Fixer Upper…). Nate is running the camera and they’re getting ready to hit record when he asks…

“Did you want to be in the video?”

I nod. “That’s kind of the point.”

“Did you want to wear that? Because you’re covered in so much glitter you look like a dancer down at Sugar Daddies.” He tips his head in my direction, and I look down. He’s right. A paint-splotched tank covered in glitter isn’t exactly screaming I’m the best person for the job.

I dig in my bag for my fleece jacket. “Do I even want to know when you were at a strip club?”

“Probably not.”

There are only so many ways that you can get to the summer camp I used to work at. And on the way? Yep. You pass a strip club named Sugar Daddy’s. I changed the spelling, of course (going plural instead of singular/possessive).

And I’d bet that if I surveyed the camp staff, they'd tell me that at least once every summer, some of them end up there just to see what it’s all about.

Of course, the banter between my characters in this scene continues--Nate and Charlie can't seem to stay away from one another, when they both know distance is probably the best thing.

But I’ll leave that for you to discover when my book comes out July 18th.

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