Midlifers:
In early planning days for our recent trip to Europe, we knew we’d be going to Paris for the oldest kids’s wedding but after that we weren’t quite sure what to do. Spain? London? Stay in France? The world, quite literally, was our oyster.
Then my two daughters announced they had booked a hotel room in Amsterdam.
“Perfect,” I said. And they were like, “Ummmm.”
“Wait,” I said. “Are you trying to ditch me?”
And they were like, “Ummmm.”
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