Irene got home yesterday from an amazing PGL weekend in Wales of canoeing, trapezing, archery, hiking…
She snuggled up to me, and said, “I missed you.”
“Oh, did you think of home and wish you were with us?” I asked, always one for specificity.
“Oh no!” she said in horror (Irene loves outdoorsy things!).
“I just thought fondly of you!”
And when did Irene become so grown-up and rational?
PGL does not, in fact, mean Parents Get Lost but is an acronym for Peter Gordon Lawrence – the founder of PGL