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Everyone's On Board
A rock-climbing wall is among the many happily-tire-out-your-child activities set for family-friendly cruises.
(Royal Caribbean International)
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"I think they might notice," I answered.
Instead, we ate lunch near the water's edge and watched Al & Co. leap and dive while I casually taught my son about the fight to save wild dolphins from fishing nets. Sneaking in a little education, served with sun and a souvenir DVD, couldn't be all bad.
Last Splash
Carter didn't want the cruise to end, and neither did I -- I slept late every morning, read novels cover to cover, and drank the best martini of my life. We were headed back to a new year of school, to homework, to the sad aftermath of Katrina. To bedtimes and vegetables.
On our last night on the ship, we headed for the pools and hot tubs to watch our final Caribbean sunset. With all our racing around, we had somehow managed to do everything but swim in the pool, and I splashed around just a bit before settling into the hot tub.
I wasn't there 10 minutes when a dozen fresh-faced teenagers piled in next to me. Most were just a year or two older than Carter, but light years ahead in the dating game. They flirted back and forth in English and Spanish, clearly delighted to be exactly where they were, doing exactly what they were doing. I looked around -- not one of their parents in sight, as far as I could tell.
"So, this is my future," I thought with a sigh.
Okay, then. On our next cruise, I'll just have to bring a couple more books. But he still has to join me for dinner.
Roxanne Roberts is a staff writer in The Post's Style section.
