Yesterday I dropped Sophie off her summer camp, run by enthusiastic and well-trained teenagers on the local university campus. They start each morning by assembling with their group for the week (e.g., Cubs group 5) under the appropriate sign on the tennis courts. It's a delightful scene: parents mill about greeting each other, music plays, and children often gather in the middle for a run through of the Cha Cha Slide. Then one of the counselors gets on the microphone, wishes everyone a good morning, and goes over what excellent things are in store for the day. Yesterday's counselor pointed out that Friday would be something like official Fun Day but noted that they would keep the fun and the learnation going strong throughout the present day.
Yes, you read that right: LEARNATION, meaning—I can only assume—she is going to LEARN something. So my child is going to camp to get some learnerating. If she goes back to school in the fall and calls her teacher a learnerator, I am just going to die.