I may have let Elliot work with a hatchet for a while. He was doing great until he got his finger between the handle and the piece of wood. Note the blood. There was much, necessary, screaming when the big chunk of dead white skin came off in Green Bay.
The Mercs looked great heading onto the ferry. No pictures were taken coming off. It turned into a bit of a death march across Washington Island.
Brendan is a legend. The other grown ups tried to sneak off and leave him with all the kids but he caught us.
Surprisingly, the kids SMASHED a pound of squid ink pasta one night. It won most popular starch of the trip in a landslide.
Maeve probably should have been paid for babysitting Natalie.
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