Andy declined the Ferris Wheel ride so he snapped a few pictures of Michael and I going around. I now see that our yellow #5 car is actually a #15 car. I can't blame a three year old for getting it wrong, but I guess I should have noticed too.
Lady, get your hands out of here. I'm not done. Don't you see I have buttons to push?
Michael was playing ball and let it roll under the deck. He wanted me to crawl under to get it.
What do you mean I don't look like Harrison Ford? Oh, I guess it's because I have blond hair.
Yes dad, that's it. The blond hair.
The sand of the bay is full of pebbles and broken sea shells. It's not a problem unless you have a 30+ pound child standing on your legs grinding your skin into the sand.
Michael, I don't think this really counts as swimming.
This doesn't either, but it is cutting off the circulation to my...splash!
We moved on to the light house and the jetty.