This morning they headed back to the Mississippi. But, get this: they left me behind this time. Daddy was going to be rowing. He's in a "learn to row" class. Mommy was going to go along so she could watch. She kept saying something about "teaching him a thing or two." They promised to take pictures.
Well, they were real excited when they got back. Mommy actually got to row the whole time. Daddy's class happened to be down a person.
Mom said something about actually being the stroke of an eight for one of the few times in her life, and that Daddy was part of the dark side called "Starboard."
Sounds like lots of fun. I missed it. And they forgot the camera, so no pictures. Why Daddy could not keep me in the backpack, I'll never know.
