Vacationing with my boys.

I've seen Washington DC before, but never like I saw it this time. This time I saw it through the eyes of two of my grown up children. This time I was the one whining about how far we had to walk in the oppressive heat to eat at Good Stuff. I sat in the back of the car and entertained myself with the scenery. I listened to the tunes they picked at the volume they liked. Since I had no idea which way was what in this foreign land, I was happily content to let Dave lead me around from event to event. It's much more relaxing that way, at least for me. I highly recommend a vacation where even though you're the parent, you can act like you're not.