This summer, my 10-year-old did some epic things. 
He zip-lined over the rainforests of Costa Rica. 
He strolled the streets of Amsterdam. 
He hung out with Massai Warriors in Tanzania. 
He took a boat ride under the Eiffel Tower. 
He went on a safari to the Serengeti. But apparently, this is what he remembers of his summer. 
This. This is why we can’t have nice things.
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