At the diabetes camp I’ve attended as a counselor, we play a game where everyone sits in a circle (there are about 45 kids at this camp) and someone stands up and says, “I spy anyone with a (for example) yellow t-shirt,” and anyone that fits the description called out has to get up and run to a new chair — and there are, of course, not enough chairs for everyone to sit in. Usually, the running-around process is complete pandemonium.
When it is my turn to call out a description, I...
