On vacation everyone's happy (or supposed to be at least). Everyone gets along (mostly). There's no arguing (ok, so that's a total lie), the boy actually WANTS to be outside (on most days) and he and the girl actually hang out TOGETHER ridin' waves.
The girl had some need to dig to China so she and Jerm worked like mad people diggin' holes.
The holes kept gettin' deeper and deeper so she could eventually sit in them. I was afraid one would collapse on her or a cat would come along and try to cover her up like the terd that she is.
The boy, LOVED the Indian Jones hat he got at one of the beach stores. Like never ever ever wanted to take it off loved it. Too bad he couldn't have worn it in the water to help keep his nose from gettin' so sun burnt it ended up lookin' like a puckered butthole for a few days. Now it's just a gnarly scab. And yes, I put sunblock on him like mad. Poor thing has skin just like mine.
The only pictures I managed to get of the kids together were the one's on the boat docks while we were waiting to eat. I had to threaten to beat the hell out of 'em if they didn't look like they loved each long enough for me to take this picture. They kicked and they screamed and right after the picture was taken they tried to push each other into the shallow water, but I got my picture dammit.
Man, vacation is bliss (sorta).