In a terrible TERRIBLE parenting fail, we realized mid-vaka that my son has NEVER been on a boat before. The girl hasn't either, but she's only been living in dire neglect for a couple years, not almost 6 like her woebegone older brother. Poor children, living in
a plastic bubble devoid of color or Life Experience the Midwest. How could this have happened? Where did we go wrong? Cone.Of.Shame.
So we took the ferry across the San Francisco Bay, passed a Famous Landmark, walked around, drank hot cocoa, and took the ferry back. *Phew* All is right with the world again.
|The infamous San Quentin prison - note the PRIME real estate!|