I have been known to turn off my brain on vacation.  It is a rather sad sight as I am suddenly unable to comprehend simple things such as schedules or driving directions.  I thought this ailment was limited to just me.  Perhaps it was just some sort of genetic hiccup.  I was wrong.

Heading back home from vacation, we got a slow start out of the hotel.  Rounding up the kids, we went over the day’s agenda for the 17th time.  First up, breakfast.

Pulling into the restaurant, hungry and still a bit tired, I checked the clock.  9:36 AM.  I turned to my children in the backseat and said, “Let’s go,” while motioning toward the restaurant’s entrance.

My 6-year-old son Ben looked up with an honest glance and asked, “So, what are we doing now?”

Oh dear, cluelessness.  Watch out, it’s contagious.