Well it became that time.


It was almost one and our ME bus was coming at 1:35 pm.
We had to leave this -
And we weren't exactly dressed for the occasion.
We left the rest of them relaxing at the pool in perfect day glee. And by the way this woman (SIL Cheryl) five times as pretty as this picture shows.
So off to Jambo. We ran in - changed in the bathroom. I ran to Mara - CREDITS! FOOD! . Jean ran to get the luggage.
And we made it to the bus stop in enough time to get a comb through my hair and on the ME bus.
Back for a minute -
But just before we left Kidani - with minutes to spare - we decided to take a dip in the hot tub.
It ended up to be me, Jean, Marc Robert and a complete preschool and middle school.
Now for my last soapbox

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Let's not forget we had twelve year old Marc Robert in there. However, it saddens me that some things can't be adults only. And not for the reason you're thinking. I love kids. Love them. But I truly believe we're robbing them of something very precious: to look forward to being an adult and its perks AND delayed gratification. I know, I know - WHAT IS SHE TALKING ABOUT - IT'S A HOT TUB!!!!

But stay with me.
I played tennis my whole youth. And in our club - you were not allowed as a youth or child to play at night. At a certain time OR when the lights came on - OFF THE COURT . And it was strictly enforced. OFF. And we hated it! It SUCKED. But my goodness we couldn't wait to be 16. 16 meant playing under the lights with all the adults. I remember to this day the feeling of "I'm here" "It's here" this bonus of getting older on the tennis courts. I just think we have truly robbed this generation. It seems we have to open op everything to them so young. Like "NO" is so bad.
Yes a hot tub moment took me there. It's my brain - you can't have it!

So back to the hot tub and the school. It was hysterical because of one little boy. Let's call him David - I have no idea what his name was. He was brilliantly at that lovely stage of wonderment about everything. Lovely.
Hi!
Hi!
I'm five - how old are you? (yes I know - I let it slide)
42. (me)
48. (Jean).
You're YOUNGER than HER?
OMG.


Yes, isn't that funny? (what really came out of my mouth)
Do you NOT KNOW the difference between my thin whiter than white skin and black skin. Black don't crack little five year old so give me a break, would ja? (What I thought!)
I refrained.
He wasn't too good at the age guessing anyway. There's not a carnival job for him!

He thought Marc Robert was 20 (he's 13). I suspect anything over 5 is 20.
And it became a mini classroom somehow. Us and about ten kids.
But it can't last.

It's getting that time. So we said, "we gotta go!"
Little David and friends "Why?"
"We have to get a bus to the airport to fly home."
Little David "But I don't understand why you HAVE to go!"
(THOUGHT IN MY HEAD: I don't know why. We just have to.

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And there is the thing about vacations. THEY END.
But hey we are on the
DVC boards! .So YOU know what THAT means. Isn't life grand?
Oh DVC how I love thee.
Ta da. THE END.
