The Rap-Up: Are the Raptors homesick?

My children love — and not love — when we go on vacation.

Don’t get me wrong. They’re not spoiled brats. While my wife and I sit on the 90/10 split on the love/not love portion of vacationing (planning and packing can be a drag sometimes), my kids are in the 75/25 range. We all love exploring new places and experiencing what the world has to offer.

At a certain point, though, the kids start complaining that they miss something from home. Maybe it’s the dog. Maybe it’s their bed. Maybe it’s having privacy after sharing a room with a snoring father. Regardless of the complaint, there’s a point during the vacation when the prospect of going home appears more enticing than another trip to the…