shells
June 6, 2007
they never look as beautiful when you get them home, by the way.
they never look as beautiful when you get them home, by the way.
“How was your vacation?” a friend asked shortly after I returned home.
“I think one day I will look back on it and remember it as fun.” Was the best answer I could give.
Vacation with children is an oxymoron.
(Funny aside, when I said this out loud this weekend to Rob my oldest son piped up, “Vacation with children is for morons?” Uh sure, that will work too.)
This wasted about 5 minutes out of 150 minutes.
Eating all the snacks I had in my bag wasted an additional 7 minutes.
Looking through the telescope thing at the front of the boat wasted another 3 minutes.
That only left 135 minutes of suffering.
Rob and I wept as it passed us and briefly considered jumping overboard and trying to swim for it. We would have waited for the kids at dock. Maybe.
Each drip that he is dripping cost $1.50.
Okay I might exaggerate, but a children’s cone for $4.75? Maybe I don’t get out much.
But that’s ok. Because a few years after that she will get it.