I took the week off from work to do assorted fun things with M. So far, we’ve been to a smallish science/nature museum. We’ve spent hours browsing in a large bookstore. We’ve been to the beach. We’ve been to the large science museum in the city. We’ve splashed in wading pools. We’ve been to a large zoo. We’ve been to the ocean to stroll along looking at historic mansions. We’ve been on a historic canal tour.
We’ve put somewhat over 300 miles on the car, and we’ve also ridden subways and trolleys and canal boats. We made the most of the fact that child admission rates usually go up through age 12, and it’s still several weeks until M turns 13. We used three different museum passes from the library to cut the costs further. M has eaten approximately every 2 hours, and he has grown another 1/4 inch.
At one point, when our planned day’s excursion in another state ended quite early, we decided to head to another attraction that was about 40 miles beyond it. M studied the road map in the car and helped navigate us there. He was captivated by the idea that we were taking off for somewhere with no more planning than checking that our ancient AAA map covered that area. I told him, “We’ve got a car, snack food, a credit card, and cash — we can go pretty much anywhere.”
He agreed that under those conditions, “The question is more, where can’t we go?” Well, we didn’t have our passports, so we did have to stay in the US. But aside from that, we were free to roam, and he really seemed to enjoy it. This was no small accomplishment, considering preteens seem programmed to comment that almost anything is just OK.