Myrtle 2010

Waiting for the perfect wave.

Where did I bury that treasure?

Holy cow! That one's alive!

I wonder what it tastes like with a little butter...

I own this tube.

Paddle, paddle, paddle. That's a lot of work.

Mom! There are girls watching!

That slide looks pretty dry.

I get it now. Cheese!

Two stories up over the fearsome pit of rubber mats.

You're going down the slide wrong, Dad. See how dry my hair is? You need to find someone bigger than you and ride in their lap.

Mom and Dad made me pose with them. What's an anniversary?

There's a major leak here!

Let me just adjust the flow before I show you how's it's done.

This tube slide is too slow. Dad, get out of the kiddie slide!

I'll smile if you stop tickling me.

See? Dry hair.

Okay, that last one clobbered me.

That's a pitiful sandcastle, Dad.

Pausing for dramatic effect.

And this is what a giant stomping a castle looks like.

(my Baywatch run)

Dig, dig, dig. More of that work stuff.

Why yes, you may take my picture now. Here's my good side.

I think we picked a bad place to start our new castle.

(more slow motion running)

Yes, they made me do it.

What? A boy's gotta eat.

Catching a ride.

I drive better than my parents.

Even in this monster.

Two steering wheels and I'm still in control. Now where's that air horn?

Hi Mom! See how high up I am?

I promise, this is the first time I've seen a helicopter with a steering wheel, too.

This ride stinks.

This train can go faster. Let me show you which button to push.

Can you hear me? (joe: anyone who's been around one of these fair rides knows the god-forsaken sound these things make. Whoever designed that horn must be punished in ways I dare not mention.)

Ammo! I need ammo!

Mom and I were rocking out these spinning things.

Dad called them 'Barf-O-something-or-rather's.

Want to know why carnies are cranky?

Adiós, my 'kini babes.