My eldest wanted to go to this elaborate haunted house thing, up in Pennsylvania. He was just as happy to go to one that’s about as elaborate, and a half hour from the house. Which is, obviously, fine by me.
It’s just Eldest Child and me on this jaunt, though. Neither my wife nor my youngest is interested in going on a haunted tour, so pizza and some monstrosity called a “Twix Papa Bites” have been ordered. We, naturally, will be dining on only the finest crappy fair food…