overnight stay. His best friend since first grade, who has accompanied us on many many trips and outings, came too. We began by leaving early enough for a whole day of swimming and fun. Arriving at 11:30 am found us hungry and ready to stretch. Looking for something different than we have in our hometown, we chose a café. As we perused the pretty expensive menu, trying to find anything that sounded appetizing for a midday fill up, our eyes sort of all met over the tops of the menus. None of us were in the mood for time or money wasting which it seemed this place had plenty of in mass supply. Making our excuses we escaped by the pennies in our wallets and it was 0McDonald's to the rescue. I know not healthy, blah, blah, blah. Convenience reared its ugly head and it's name was McDonald's.
My son chose to come to Caribbean Cove, a few hours from our home town, not realizing it would be his last time as a kid. I knew. I knew that he had outgrown the place, but he didn't. Receiving great rooms as far as location to the swim park and being pool side too started us off on a very good stay. After settling in we all geared up, yep me in my belly covering two piece, pink Old Navy $1 flip flops, and thigh length robe. My motto to bathing suits and public remains we only live once and I will not let my weight be a reason that I don't have fun. Therefore I suited up too.Without planning to my son and his best friend had picked out and purchased identical swimming trunks last year. Too funny. Remember when it was so fun to buy new bathing suits, finding the cutest one for the season, being thankful when both the bottom an dtop fit... And now we find one and wear it for 10 years, until it falls apart, gets a whole, or is completely and I emphasize completely out of style. Nonetheless, we were slipping on our arm bands, gathering our towels, and shuffling into our flip flops we headed off to the park.
Of course in a place like this you have to claim some seating or table area as your base of operations. We found a small table between a piles of towels, shoes, and assorted t-shirts and shorts. Off my husband and I went to the hot tub while the boys sauntered to the slides. Soon they were back by us because it was finally hitting them that it wasn't as much fun now. The slides weren't quite as fast, the lazy river was chilly, and basketball was too easy. Gallantly they played on for a few more hours. Bravely I soaked in the hot tub.
Ah well, I guess for a day or two he and I both needed to believe he is still my little boy.
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