It sounds better when the French say it, Bon Voyage, but we're not going to Chamonix. It's Garmisch, or if you're from Germany, Garmisch-Partenkirchen. Try and spell that without looking.
It's held the Winter Olympics, back in 1936, and almost in 1940 before the IOC wisened up, and we intend to do some skiing there. A lot of it, in fact, as long as Marmee and Papa, already there and telling us how cold it is, don't mind babysitting while the sun's still up (and just before it rises if it's looking like a powder day).
But with the weather as cold as it is - and we can translate Celsuis to Fahrenheit, it's still cold - The Dragon Boss needed a little more protection. So we went back to Patagonia and 600 count goose down for the little guy. We promise not to make him wear it on the plane on Sunday, just almost every day thereafter.
It's held the Winter Olympics, back in 1936, and almost in 1940 before the IOC wisened up, and we intend to do some skiing there. A lot of it, in fact, as long as Marmee and Papa, already there and telling us how cold it is, don't mind babysitting while the sun's still up (and just before it rises if it's looking like a powder day).
But with the weather as cold as it is - and we can translate Celsuis to Fahrenheit, it's still cold - The Dragon Boss needed a little more protection. So we went back to Patagonia and 600 count goose down for the little guy. We promise not to make him wear it on the plane on Sunday, just almost every day thereafter.
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