Do you know Pete the Cat? We were introduced by Katie when we visited her in Fresno. Our kids fell head over heels in love with that cool cat and what do you know? We’ve been reading his stuff Every. Single. Night. No breaks from Pete, man. Those kids are hooked.
He’s good, all about being positive without being Pollyanna.
So anyway, we went to Chichen Itza. It’s this magnificent old ruin of a city, set in the jungle-y forests, cenote-land. The archaeology buff in me was thrilled but my armpits were screaming white pain from my crutches within something like 10 minutes.
Yeah, I’m a total wimp.
Mikey is a wimp too, in that the kids just wrangle the life right out of him, especially when it involves chasing them in heat, usually in different directions with lots of tears at various points by thwarted small, screaming beings.
After we had been in this glorious old place for about half an hour, both of us drenched in sweat from our respective wimpishness and feeling our brains being compressed inside our heads with the effort to crutch, care for kids and try and take in all these ruins, we were just like, you know what? Let’s just be like Pete the Cat and roll with the cool. Let’s do what we can do and if we only see a few things at Chichen Itza, it’ll be like he says, “all good.”
And it was.
(and we really did only see a few things)