Any Kind Of 'Cation

We had a fun vacation on Prince Edwared Island. Fun, but tiring. As soon as we got home John and I started talking about taking a "staycation" next time--planning a few dedicated days off work to focus on spending our time together and having fun as a family.

A couple days later Charlie commandeered the cooler. He filled it to the brim with an intriguing variety of items, including but not limited to: five tennis balls, a set of blocks, a pasta maker, and two cans of root beer.

"What are you doing?" I asked him.

"Packing," he answered, a little tersely. I'm always asking him these obvious questions.

"Packing for what?" I enquired.

He stopped, sighed patiently, and turned to me. "Pretendcation," he said.

Sounds like fun to me.

Our Prince Edward Island Vacation

Rules of the Game

Mom: What did you do at Lala's house today?
Charlie: I played with her restaurant!
Dad: Lala has a restaurant?
Mom: It's a little plastic restauarant. It's a bone of contention between the two of them.
Dad: What food do they serve in the restaurant?
Charlie: (slightly condescendingly) No food, Daddy, it's not a real restaurant. It's just pretend.
Dad: Yes, but a pretend restaurant serves pretend food. What kind of pretend food do they serve?
Charlie: Pizza!
Daddy: Is it good pizza?
Charlie: Oh yes, Daddy. It's delicious.


Speaking of delicious, we had the most lovely little picnic brunch on the beach this morning. We went to Hirtles, where we built a marina, played with bivalves, and watched a girl surf with her grandparents. We're taking the bodyboard with us next time.

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