It's time for our long awaited beach trip! Woot! The trunk's all packed:
beach umbrella: check.
beach towels: check.
camera, 6 gigs of memory (is this enough??): check.
every swimsuit in this house: check.
"Now kids," I say, "do we fight grandpa?"
"Do we climb all over him? Use him as a jungle gym?"
"Hang on his neck?"
"Do we give him a hug though?"
"Give him a kiss?"
Right. Now 4 or 5 more times of that, and maybe, just maybe.
I guess you ought not tell people you're going out of town (ya gonna steal my card table??). No worries; I put the alarm on and we've rented this little shiznit:
He's trained to take your leg off, AND a chunk out of your cheeks.