What shall we do this weekend?
‘What shall we do this weekend,” he said.
“I don’t know,” I replied. “How about we go to the airport?”
“To watch planes take off?”
“No. To board a plane ourselves.”
“Hmmnnn.” He looked thoughtful “How about we board four planes?”
“Yes, four planes stopping in four different countries over two days till we get to a teapot-shaped country in southern Africa.”
“Zimbabwe. Exactly. And let’s bring a toddler too.”
Which we have done. We’ve packed: a toddler, countless toys from the dollar store, the king’s ransom in goldfish crackers.
And some Benadryl.
(And of course, lots of kutundu because I can’t help myself).
We’re off to Zimbabwe to see Poppy’s grandparents.
“And a giraffe too,” our excited toddler hastens to add.
Though really, the grandparents are a bigger attraction than the giraffe.