“We are going to 14 different cities.” Our spring break was two weeks long, and I had checked every day would mean a different city.
“Seriously?” She smiled.
“That’s cool. Why? Who’s driving? Or are we flying. Info please!” Dizzy’s eyes were wide.
“We aren’t driving we are going with friends of my family, people who have known me since I was still in diapers.”
“Really? Who?” She asked.
“The Dalton’s.” I said.
“Never heard you say anything about them. Do they have any kids?” She didn’t realize who I was talking about, but that was understandable. There are definitely more than one set of Dalton’s in the U.S.
“Four boys.” I answered hoping she would figure it out.
“Oooo. Ages?” Nope definitely hasn’t figured it out.
“Seven, fifteen, eighteen, and twenty.”
“Are they good looking?” I still hadn’t started the car, so I decided to stick my key in the ignition.
“I suppose. Most people think so.” Most is an understatement, I thought.
“Yay. I want to see them!” I nodded and grabbed for my wallet.