We're getting ready to go on a family vacation soon. It's a yearly event, my in-laws rent a cottage and then we all head up there for a week or so. It's perfect, sun, sand, water, and not that long of a drive - what more could you ask for? It's great too for the boy, because he gets to spend time with Nana & Poppy and all his aunts, uncles and cousins. It really is the stuff memories are made of.
The other day we were talking about the trip last year, and asking the boy what he remembered. He remembered catching a fish in a net (that one of his uncles had already caught), going swimming in the lake, the boat rides and the noise the boat motor made, all fun things. But his most fond memory and the one that got mentioned the most? Being allowed to pee on a tree since the cottage only has one bathroom and it was in use.
This memory has come up a number of different ways "Remember when Auntie so and so was in the bathroom and I had to pee on the tree?" "Remember I peed on a tree Mummy, wasn't that funny?" "We don't pee on trees at home though, only when we were at the cottage." And so on and so on. Hopefully this year's trip will have something more memorable than peeing on a tree!
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