Being a Kid

Last summer my niece took a glorious trip to Wisconsin.  She stayed on a farm, played with her cousins, ate ice cream, and visited too many parks to count.

When she got back home I picked her up and we headed to the beach.

When we were in the car I said, "Wow, you had that fun week in Wisconsin, and now your uncle is taking you to the beach.  It must be great to be a kid."

She replied,  "It's exhausting."