Then they asked in unison when I was taking them to Hawaii since I promised to take them next time I went. Mistake No. 1. I've written before about the keen sense of memory my kids have. They don't forget a thing. But apparently, the boys were thinking about it all the time.
Spring break is just the other side of next year.
I was stuck. I couldn't remember. Nevertheless, they hounded me all the way to school until I promised to see what was available on Maui for the spring of 1999. So there I sat with the confirmation of our stay at the Maui Weston pinned to the bulletin board hanging over my head while the dents on the backs of my legs were as deep as ever. I'd been doing a lot of drumming, so my arms actually had some definition but people don't look at your arms when you walk from the hotel room to the beach.