Paul Bunyan wants to buy a 50 foot sail boat some day. He wants to live on it for months at a time. Bath in the ocean. Sleep on deck. Drink rum and hang upside down from the mast. I told him I would go for short trips, but he knows I want to die in the house on the hill in our happy valley. I don't want to die by the hands of dirty pirates jumping aboard to steal our rum.
So, instead, he's training his troops. His deck hands. Auggie came off the water the other day and said that they had flipped over and Paul Bunyan had to right them. He was lying. So, I'm pretty sure he's on board for any excitement that the open waters might bring.
Timmy is game too, but was very glad to be learning on the Pico Pico Pico (sorry, I have this need to say it three times) and not in the open ocean.
And both were pretty excited at the prospect of someday pooping in the ocean and drinking their father's rum.
She, on the other hand, she is training to be a mermaid.
Similar to the rust colored one we discovered on a rock in the middle of Canadian waters.
She's starting to get the mermaid hair down, matted and tangled.
And she, too, is excited at the prospect of pooping in the water.
How 'bout that?