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.