Today we had family visiting, hunted for eggs, ate a ton of food, drove an hour and a half each way to take the oldest back to college, hiked a mile and a half of the Cumberland Trail and took 5 zillion potty breaks. On the way home from it all, the 3-year-old cheerfully requested, “I wanna go where a kid can be a kid. Let’s go to Chuck E. Cheese. Now.” I told him he would have to be a kid at home. I’m mean that way.