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Ahhh… the good life. Vacation. Where you can spend your days dragging your kids at high speeds behind boats and it doesn’t count as child abuse. Well, they wouldn’t say that. Actually, they are more inclined to claim abuse because I actually made them sweep the walks, haul stuff to the compost pile, and other tasks usually reserved for prisoners of war. It has taken up several precious moments of their vacation, but I think they’ll live. I even make them read for 30 minutes every morning with me – mostly because I need coffee and a few moments before I’m prepared to bait hooks or drive boats – but it’s good for them in a sadistic scholastic sort of way. After all, school starts in less than 3 weeks. You should see them wince when I mention that!