I'm going to party like a 3-year-old.
I'm going to look at bugs, make forts out of sheets, build a Hot Wheels loop, watch Paw Patrol, eat ice cream, get dirty, get loud, get exhausted and do it all over again.
With my grandchildren, curmudgeonly tendencies fly away (mostly), and I give myself permission to be ridiculous.
It's the best thing ever.
Never miss a local story.
I'm going to board a plane, fly thousands of miles, drive a hundred, then par-ty. For four wonderful days.
I wonder if I can get a day off to sleep when I get back. ...