Stranger Danger

On a local cruise around the bay. Big crowd. I’m entertaining the kids and tickling Little Miss Thing. She’s giggling and I’m teasing her that her name is now Fred. She decides to have her own fun and yells, “You’re not my Daddy!” Then screams when I grab her. Long stares from the entire crowd. Not awkward at all. Good times.

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Terror in the Panhandle

Words cannot describe the looks of panic and terror on the faces of the nail salon staff when I walked in, all giant 6’4″ and long hair and beard. Nor can I describe their looks of incredible relief when I explain I’m just there to pick up the tiny white sandals my daughter left there earlier in the day. I really should have a camera running everywhere I go.