What two-year-olds can do
I love my family. I love our two-year-olds. I love the idea of loving these two-year-olds.
But aquariums with 500,000 people and long, anticlimactic lines to disturbing shark exhibits? Not a good way to keep said two-year-olds lovable.
I think, no matter how cute the two-year-olds are (and they’re even cute when they are screaming, kind of… oh… I figured out how to get them to stop screaming. Just start screaming too. It’s okay. We’re on vacation. No one knows us here) the two-year-olds make you crazy.
A little bit.
So crazy that, when you find a waiter from Newton, Mass., you’ll leave him your phone number. Even if he’s a Yankee fan and you know better. You may be crazy enough to write your number and “for when you’d like a sports ethics lesson” on a napkin.
Your standards for adult company, ANY adult company, apparently, just sink. Plummet, really.
Yay, Red Sox. Going out with random Yankees fans you meet at the beach is a lot easier when your team is winning.
Yes, FDA. I know better.
But beach… rebound? I mean, it could be worse. Kevin Gregg could be here.