Thursday, July 12, 2007

Vacation

Dang. I've become my dad.

Let me list the reasons I say that...

  1. While my kids (little kids) hiked up the trail, I huffed and puffed after them like a steam engine.
  2. When my kids looked over the edge of a cliff, I rushed forward, shouting they were sure to fall off.
  3. I drove 3 hours to get to the beach and then only gave them 1 hour to play. Why? Because I knew there would be 3 hours to drive back.
  4. If I see someplace cool to go, but the kids will get bored, I avoid going, no matter how much I want to see it, because avoiding the irritating behavior is a higher reward than seeing the interesting site.
  5. Interesting sites now include regional artwork, vista views and educational displays.
  6. Cool sites are classified as places with air conditioning, not places that are hip.
  7. I bought ice cream cones for everyone. Then had to buy another cone for each kid, after the original cone ended up on the ground.
  8. When I was a young adult, I used to chat with pleasant people. When I was a teenager, I used to chat with pretty girls. Now I don't notice if there's anyone else on the beach, unless my kids are annoying them. Then I'm apologizing, not chatting.
  9. Old men come up and assume I'm the grandfather, not the father.
  10. Wouldn't it be nice to drive without any music or storybooks playing on the CD player? Quiet, precious quiet.
  11. My favorite part of vacation is getting home and going to sleep.