Cousin fun

B was ecstatic. For once, he was actually enjoying the trip to France! Gathered at Simone's aunt's place were all her grandchildren, their parents, Simone and B. As a result, B got out of bed bright and early every morning, oblivious to the jet lag from the get-go. Who could possibly feel tired when there were cousins near his own age willing and able to play from as early as they could crawl out of bed until as late as their weary bodies could stand it? Certainly not B. And play they did: they climbed, swung, rode bikes, skipped rope, fought, played music, fought again, stopped to eat and made some crafts. At the end of day three, when the cousins had left for their respective homes, B still had energy to spare. So Simone's aunt took them for a long walk along the Rhone River. A long hour and a half walk, during which they played hide and seek in spite of the apparent lack of hiding places. "We have to get to bed early tonight, B," Simone told her son at last. "We need to get back." "Why do we have to get to bed early?" B pouted. "Because we're leaving Lyon for Normandy," Simone informed him. B looked at his mother reproachfully. "What about my cousins?" He demanded. Sigh. No kids in Normandy. It was going to be a long, long week.