We're about to take our first real vacation with kids.
Since manufactured villages with oversized anthropomorphic animals would be more hell than holiday for Tom and me, we've decided to go to Charleston. No castles, but Peter will get to ride on a horse and carriage, take his first boat ride, visit an aircraft carrier, and see the beach for the first time ever.
And with a bravery beyond measure, we're driving. Nine hours each way. God save us all.