The time has come when our boys don't want to go anywhere with us any more. I don't know whether to be sad, ecstatic, or scared to death.
The sadness belongs to the family vacations. The sentimentality value. When Eric, or for the most part myself, could plan a trip where the four of us could get away together and build memories for a lifetime. Ok, so what if those memories might include broken toes, cheap souvenir stands, or arguing half way across the American continent about putting down their Gameboys and looking out the windows? Screaming or laughing, we were experiencing the moment together - the four Potts'sss.