I was convinced that he would be hopelessly bored and regret his decision to go with me. Boy, was I wrong on that front!  My son had the time of his life in Texas. 

Between exploring the hotel, swimming, eating snacks while watching TV in bed, visiting exhibitors for free swag, going on missions as my “personal assistant,” and frequenting the complimentary coffee bar, Jackson was living his best life. He’d set two wildly important goals for our trip: buying a cowboy hat and visiting Buc-ees. We successfully accomplished both.