Why do we put ourselves through the torture of holidays?
Ah holidays…you save and wait for 11 and half months and then finally they arrive. Excitement is at fever pitch. "We're going on a plane!" the kids shout excitedly running around like headless chickens.
"Let's pack," they shriek and proceed to shove everything they own, clothes, toys, tennis rackets, large stuffed toys, DVDs…into the suitcase.
When it won't close, they will jump on top of it until it either breaks or one of their toys gets beheaded in a guillotine-like snap.