Sounds like fun.
You have a beautiful family.
I had dinner last night at the home of some friends. The lady of the house is from Canada, and she had some young relatives visiting as well. One is a high-school history teacher in eastern Canada (son-in-law) and then her son and his girlfriend turned up. The son is a Canadian soldier with a tour in Afghanistan under his belt. His arms ands hands are covered in tats, all meaningless swirls and designs. His girlfriend, also a soldier, has a couple of discreet tats as well. I don’t have any tats, although there are times when I wish I’d got one 50 years ago or so with my squadron’s logo, a fierce-looking coiled cobra, but I didn’t and now it’s way too late. Or maybe a shamrock or a harp (my mother would’ve approved).
Thanks! It’s a loud and confused life ...