Wouldn't it just be divine to get away for awhile?

For one of the classes I'm taking this semester which I NEVER wish I could drop and be done with already, I interviewed one of the eight year olds I'm tutoring in English. Here's an excerpt from said interview:

Me: And do you know what you’re doing this summer, after school’s over?
Felix: Yes […] Um..We, I make a overnight party.
Me: Oh, with your friends from school?
F: And we will go swimming, and play football.
Me: And where will that be?
F: In our weekend home.
Me: For how long, an entire weekend?
F: I, um yes. No. Um, longer. We.. I go in ten days of school, one week.
Me: That’s a long time.
F: Yes, [slightly annoyed at such a stupid, obvious comment] one week. In ten days we go from school with a bus to the house where we are in Fügerhof, this is the name of the house. And we will there one week.
Me: One whole week. Wow, that sounds really fun. But with your parents there though, right?
F: [Visibly Exasperated] No.
Me: No? Are there going to be any adults there?
F: But we have a Handy. (Cell phone. Their group of 20 eight year olds will have a cell phone. Correction, they'll probably have about eighteen of them.)
Me: But it’s just you and your friends?
F: Yes. And the class.
Me: The whole class. No adults.
F: No. [Followed immediately by a look of pity for my apparent provincialness]
Me: Are you serious? All alone?
F: Yes we go Angern. Angern…. There we go angern...what means Angern?
Me: Is that a German word?
F: When you catch a fish.
Me: Angling. You’re going fishing, fly fishing.
F: And we play fussball--football, and we go wander… er… wander…
Me: Hiking?
F: We go hiking.

Oh. Of course you're going wandering around in the woods with nothing but a soccerball and something fishing lures for a week. How ever did I get so old fashioned?

I'd like to take this opportunity to re-point out that Felix, and his classmates, are--along with being OBVIOUSLY cooler than I am--EIGHT YEARS OLD.

Enjoy your weekend homes.