Summer camp

Drake begins another week of summer camp tomorrow.  This week's theme: nocturnal creatures.  He's really looking forward to going.  He had a good time at the last camp.  At least, I think he had a good time.  I'm fairly certain he did, but I'm not 100% sure.  Why?  He won't tell me anything about what happened at camp, or what activities he did, or the names of anyone else in the room.  He has only given up one piece of information about that whole week.  (The theme was art.)  He told me that you squish clay in your hands to make a pancake, then you squish the pancake into a sculpture, and then the sculpture goes swooooosh.  (I don't know why artwork becomes a rocket ship, but, whatever.)  That's it.  Nothing else.  I ask him what is favorite part was, about the artists they talked about, about his own artwork.  He won't respond to me at all, like he was sworn to secrecy and his tongue will be removed if he recounts his adventures.