This summer, my 10-year-old did some epic things.
He zip-lined over the rainforests of Costa Rica.
He strolled the streets of Amsterdam.
He hung out with Massai Warriors in Tanzania.
He took a boat ride under the Eiffel Tower.
He went on a safari to the Serengeti.
But apparently, this is what he remembers of his summer.
This. This is why we can’t have nice things.