Spring break was a toddler's dream in our house. If there was a park within a 50 mile radius, we visited it. It was pretty much the dirtiest, sweatiest, stickiest, funnest, dreamiest spring break I have had in a long time. I started the week with a "honey-do" list for myself and by the end of the week, I had accomplished enough on it that I decided to abandon it. Instead, we ate ice cream cones, rode the carousel, and climbed up and down steps. We went fishing in a wading pool on the back deck and dined al fresco. We slept in until 7:15 and our uniform consisted of bare feet and stretchy waistbands.
It was a quintessential stay-cation of a spring break.