Friday, January 8, 2010

A week at the beach.


As an "old" new dad, I am, given the base-line, extraordinarily proud of my kids; they're great travellers. In a year-and-a-half, they have been on 19 flights, 6 or 7 trains, 50-60 gypsy taxis, and more than a few dozen hotels.

But, like any kid (or adult), as long as you throw in a day at the beach, you are easily forgiven.

Not only is swimming in December a total thrill for them, swimming without the threat of turning purple or losing body parts is also a bonus.

Some people may think this 2 year adventure is only about Edna and myself, but you have to appreciate that our kids are gettting a world-class education (not just at school), and in the mean-time, we are all perfectly happy.

1 comment:

deWoldeDaily said...

Amen to that! (so writes the accountant at his desk, wistfully looking out the window as the mild winter sun reflects off his adding machine. The air reverbrates from the sonic boom of his sigh...)

:) Waldo :)