After we settled in to the vacation rental condo Vivian wanted to know if we'd be back in Austin in time for dinner. I tried to explain: "Sweetheart - we are here on a vacation. We'll be here for a week". Which the led to the obvious question - "What is a vacation, Daddy?" (yes - she's so deprived).
I tried the usual. "It's a lot of fun". "Why?" she asked. "Because Mommy and Daddy don't have to go to work." That was met with the like-you-ever-go-to-work look from Vivian. I tried again "You don't have to go to school". Which elicited the and-why's-that-good look. Same with the "and there's no babysitter".
"Uh - we are all together" I continued lamely, well aware that the aren't-we-always look was just around the corner. I gave it one last desperate stab. "Because we are at the beach."
That was the winner. "Yeaaaa vacation!!" said Vivian.