Dispatch From Jonah's Vacation to Kid Island

A lot of nights when Jonah helps us tell him a story, the story is about Kid Island, where the kids drive and the parents are strapped into car seats in the back and it just goes on and on like that. But Kid Island does exist in real life and it's Aunt Boo and Aunt Justine's Fire Island pad where Jonah is maxing and relaxing with cousin Max, as we speak (we are joining him in seven days). We've never been away from him like this, except to leave him with one or another of his own parents solo. I feel a strange pulling on me, like I've forgotten something, or like I have a phantom limb. It is so weird for him to be 3,000 miles away.

Justine, the mind-blowing-ly sweet auntie, sent us an email update today, for Day #1, complete with color photos to prove without a doubt that he is alive. In fact, he seems to be having the time of his life (naturalment). Did I mention there are no cars on Fire island?? Did I mention that on Fire Island instead of the only-one-treat-per-day rule that we all know is universal and must be observed, there is an auntie-only TWO-treat-a-day rule?? Yes. Take a breath.

Aunt Boo and boys on bicycles

Jonah and Max in the Bay with noodles

Ok. Ok, ok, ok. I am so proud of all of us! The boys, most of all, for being so adventurous. The aunties, next, for taking on such a massive project. And then us, the parents, for trying not to be totally overbearing about it.