So, Nate and I decided, God help us, that our holiday gift to the kids would be a big trip to Walt Disney World. As he reminded me, they’re 4 and 6, and this is the time that the Magic Kingdom will still be magical. That said, we’re going during the arguably not-so-magical President’s Week, and as the extremely crowd-averse Nate–and uh, every guide book ever–reminds me, on a crowd scale of 1 to 10, that’s about 487.
We are practicing our yoga breathing. Mostly Nate.