During my kids’ visit with my parents this summer, they saw Montecello, toured the Pentagon, attended an Evensong service at the National Cathedral, and watched some baby osprey learning to fly.  There may or may not have been a milkshake or two consumed during said visit.

The boys followed these adventures by visiting my husband’s parents who had them braving the rides at Hershey Park, consuming more chocolate than should be legal, and whizzing down the slides at the local pool.

Do they think all grandparents do these things?  Perhaps I ought to be keeping a notebook…