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.
I can think of few pleasures better than good food, good drink, good friends, and a good fire late into the night.