I can't speak for anyone else, but my greatest fear in life isn't zombies or robots, but that all the polyvinyl inflatable stuff in the world will become sentient and rise up to slay us.
If you zoom into that picture, you can see Shae's red, red eyes from elebenty straight hours in the pool. We tried googles, but they weren't particularly useful, except for giving her goggle-shaped hickeymarks around her eye sockets. I don't want to have to explain that to the teachers at school on a Monday morning.
But she doesn't want to miss a thing, so her eyes are wide open all the time. We finally had to tell her, at like 6:00 at night, that she wasn't allowed to put her head under water any more, or she had to get out of the pool. My eyes have been red like that before. I remember more than one occasion when they still burned the next day.
Eh, these are all out of sequence, but this is one of my favorite pictures from the weekend. I promised my sister I would edit her out, but why would she want me to edit her out of this one? Look at all the fun they're having!
She's no dummy, that kid. It's kind of awesome to climb on the gator raft and deliberately capsize it. I did it myself. 'Sfun.