Pigtails turns 10 this June. Prime age to whisk her away for an extended summertime vacation. Young enough to soak in adventure with sweet-mother fondness, yet old enough to remember it. Nothing worse than burning cash and gas on a trip, only to realize a couple years later the brat doesn't recall a single thing about that special family getaway.
I'll post daily for the next week on places we've dropped in. At the end of the week, I'll ask for recommendations on where we should go this summer. Wherever we park it, SHE'D BETTER REMEMBER IT OR ELSE!
First up: The Henry Doorly Zoo at Omaha.
Leaving baby unattended in a hot glass dome. When I asked Pigtails if she remembers this, she said "Who is that cute baby, and a red pyramid, cool!" Bye-bye vacation memory, flush it.
Her father was apparently 12 years old when he sired Pigtails.
She who smelt it dealt it.
Pigtails' mom and a peacock. Sacral agenesis.
Moral of the story...age 6 and below, take offspring to the filthy free indoor playground at the mall, toss them a sippy-cup of lukewarm water and call it good. The punk won't remember it anyway.