I've been lucky enough to get my passport stamped a few times before the squirt was delivered. Both the Old Man and i decided we wanted to travel, and discovered we do so together fairly well. I am in charge of all paperwork, and he is in charge of making sure i have enough alcohol. Other than that, we just kinda wing it.

One of the things that kicked me in the ass when Ben was diagnosed was the thought that he may not like to travel. I mean, one of the characteristics is the need for familiarity and routine, right? There are lots of places i want to show him, places to explore nature or history or culture. And I'll admit to a selfish worry that he will never like travel enough to take a big trip like that. And the thought of taking a trip without him (a big one, mind--not a weekend bender in Vegas) seems pointless and empty.
Useless thinking really. I mean, he's ONLY 4. And last year he had a fabulous flight to Hawaii. And lord knows, i think he may be developing a new love for the TSA--ever since Xmas, he keeps asking me if we're going to the Xray today. I know we ain't hittin Germany any time soon, but i hope that one day this obsession with trains will lead to a rail trip across Europe. Ein Bier, bitte!
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