I don’t think we’ve ever done President’s Day weekend right before. This year we did it justice, thanks to the Pennsylvania Garmans coming down for a visit. The weekend included a twelve passenger van, twenty dollars worth of parking at the National Zoo (where we witnessed an ape repeatedly drinking its urine), forty-five degree weather at Mount Vernon (Brett, you told me it would be 70 degrees!), seven kids, three strollers, two hours at the Smithsonian Air and Space Center, and one failed bowling outing. I think I smell a tradition starting…
