Laurel finds Jimmy sitting and crying by himself on a porch somewhere, his bandanna spread out in a way that covers his entire lap. Because he is wee. Laurel sits down and asks him what's wrong. Jeez, Laurel, what isn't? "I'm only eight!" Jimmy sobs. "I'm in the third grade! I think I'm too young to be doing this." I can't remember when I was in greater agreement with a person on a reality show. Yes, Mallory is also eight, but she's got her mute sister with her, and that counts for a lot. Laurel gives him some encouragement, telling him that he's cool and awesome beyond his years. He still wishes he were older. Think he'll come back for another try one day? Maybe for a Kid Nation: All-Stars in 2013? Yikes, I just gave myself chills. Brr. By that time, M. Small will be old enough to apply, get cast, and be told by his mother and I that he can be on this show when we're in our graves. Laurel reveals to Jimmy that Taylor's having a hard time as well. This is supported with a little clip of Taylor going to visit the animals and tearfully telling the camera that she has to be brave. Back to Laurel, who is being understanding about Jimmy not having his parents there to tuck him in, but she offers to sub for them for a while. Jimmy agrees to that, and interviews, "Laurel's really, really nice. Maybe I'll try to stay." Awww.
Late at night, everyone's asleep except for Greg and Blaine, the two oldest boys, who have gone out in the moonlight to write "GO BLUE" on the doors of all the other bunkhouses. That's mature. Real grown-up. And then I remember they're fifteen.
Even less mature, however, is how pissed off everyone else is when they find it on the morning of Day 3. One of the boys had really bad handwriting, though, so I'd just be like, "What is 'BIVE?'" I'd be going all over town asking people, "Does anyone know what 'BIVE' is? Is that another word for 'gay' or something?" One of the younger kids on the Yellow team takes aside his Blue contemporary, nine-year-old Alex, who drops the dime on Greg and Blaine, not that anyone's going to do anything about it. Although it probably stings for Greg and Blaine now, to see a nine-year-old on national television calling them immature. Mike boasts, "They think that they can do whatever they want. But I'm going to show them." "Showing," in this case, consisting of standing on one of the building's porches and glaring while some old-west guitar strums on the soundtrack. Revenge plots on Deadwood moved faster than this.