We road-tripped it to the south side of the Mason-Dixon line, leaving at 4am on a Friday morning because our 3 wee hooligans begged us to depart while it was still black out, exclaiming that adventure is better when you’re up before the sun. (Like, duh!!!) We conceded to their enthusiasm for an un-godly exit for our own reasons . . . I mean, WHO, I ask you, wants to drive through NYC and across the GW Bridge during rush hour?
Adrenaline for the kids, caffeine for the adults, we travelled through the still star-lit sky towards our holiday destination of Williamsburg, VA. My generously-giving Gramma gifted us with a timeshare at a lovely resort in the center of our nation’s “Historic Triangle”.
The following performances are examples of how the Morrison’s amuse themselves when the miles get long. You’ll notice which two of our little men crave the camera and which boy doesn’t, non-performer that he is.
E-Mo (A friend of mine decided this should be my new nickname. I’m using it to determine if I like it.)