We went down to Hariet Island for a Memorial Day cook out. Apparently grilles weren't allowed into the park, so we ended up tail gating. After that we made it into the park. Ryan's girlfriend Belinda's three kids were along. Her little 3-year-old girl Abbigale (great name) is pretty smart, and her 8-year-old Jordan is a bit of a punk ass. There were these giant black plastic tube hula hoops that we were entertaining ourselves with in the park. A golf cart drove past, and I ran behind it and jumped on. The drivers didn't even notice I hitched a ride until I said something to them about 100 yards later. That got a pretty good laugh out of everybody. We left before the fireworks because we got there so early. I nearly spun myself sick holding onto the young kids arms and spinning them off the ground in circles.
I read somewhere that kids with unusually spelled names are more likely to have low self-esteem.
Zach broke his lesbian... was bound to happen...
Well, I told him not to play with her so close to the edge of that cliff. It's his own fault, really. There weren't any guardrails or anything.