A Camping Trip with Young Kids, as Imagined by Me Before Having Kids
A Camping Trip with Young Kids, as Imagined by Me Before Having Kids The two-hour drive on winding mountain roads is pleasant, since my twin preschoolers have only ever listened to hip indie music, so we never have to subject ourselves to a constant loop of “Baby Shark.” I whisper, “Good luck,” to the other families who are stopped along the side of the road so their kids can throw up from motion sickness. They m...