Danger Monkey, age 9: “Let’s go to Belize or the Florida Keys to see the Goliath Grouper.”
My Oldest, 15: “I would go to the Keys.”
Wonderful Wife: “I would love to go back to Venezuela and hit Belize, too.”
DM: “I vote for Belize. Where do you want to go, Daddy?”
Parenthood is driving 12 hours straight south to find out your six year old daughter decided to not pack any shirts. Because Florida is… shirt optional?
The Viking blood does not approve of the 40 degree jump in temps between Indiana and Florida.
It occurs to me that there have never been any Viking encampments unearthed below the Mason-Dixon.
That’s not a coincidence, methinks.