Freedom!

Demi and I discussed at length, what kind and how much freedom Caz was going to have on this family vacation.  He was going to be old enough to walk into town.  He could stroll in for lunch, or an ice cream.  There was a mini golf place.  As long as he was not a alone and had his cellphone, it seemed like a no brainer.  The other concern?  Girls.  We didn't feel comfortable letting him wander off unchaperoned with the two older (by a year) girls.  Those two were not shy last year.  We didn't expect that to subside this year.  So guidelines were set.  Nightly curfews were in effect.  Demi and I would stay out and about while he was still running around.  Supervised freedom.  That's still freedom, right?