Vacationing In My Hometown

My son is eight. He had this great idea the other day. We were trying to decide if we would do a vacation weekend to celebrate the end of summer camp in either New York, Cape Cod or maybe even further away. In the end, he asked me if we could just hang out in our own town -- rent a room at the local Holiday Inn, go swimming and invite his friends over to jump on the beds with him.

We did it last night. Something really fun about pretending to be on a trip but being able to run home for your favorite pillow too. He and his friends had a blast. I'm exhausted, but at least they tore up someone else's place, not mine.