Once upon a time gone by, there was a Mummy, a Daddy and two little wild things. One day, when they were feeling rather brave and in need of chaos, they embarked on an epic American adventure. They journeyed across oceans and mountains, desserts and cities; they boarded planes, boats and even free willed travelling devices.
Of all the places they ventured though, Portland was absolutely their favourite, albeit the wettest. Not only did they find other wild things to play with, but it felt like home. Normality. Family.
Their time traveling and living on the road had come to an end and this was exactly what was needed. The Mummy and the Daddy had a date day and the wild ones actually slept right through the nights until reasonable o’clock.
Obviously you need at least one drama to make a good story and the eldest wild one helped out with this by locking himself inside a windowless toilet room with the light off. Thankfully, it was only the door handle which had to be removed and not the whole door. And a realisation of just how feral the boy is was realised by the surprisingly calm state he remained in for the whole episode!
The food was incredibly edible. Who knew that heaven came in Voo-Doo Doughnut form?
They happened upon the best bookshop in the whole wide world. Honestly that is officially true – the Guardian even says so! And we say “happened”, but given the Mummy’s inclination to thoroughly research these matters, such discovery was not accidental.
And even though the rain kept on a-coming, this did not dampen their spirits. Lazy days were loved, books were read, fun was found, and even more glorious food was gobbled.
And when there was a break in the weather, breathtaking waterfalls were to be seen.
But as all great things do, their visit came to an all too hasty end and now the Mummy and Daddy are left happily reminiscing and planning their next escapade to the Land of the Free.