Maggie, the official granddaughter of Paco Enterprises, is spending a couple of weeks with us. Her first stop was Oak Island Beach; she and her grandma went splashing around in the surf, while grandpa did the hard work of holding down a folding chair (an important job, because it was only my substantial dimensions that kept our little tent from blowing away in the wind).
This local had the right spirit.
Here's Maggie, drying out after swimming.
And she capped tonight off my baking a cake (with an assist from grandma).
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Looks like a fun day, Paco.
Yes, the locals have the right idea.
Ah, Maggie! She is certainly growing up!
I trust that you conducted quality control tests on the cake, Paco!
Mike, you should have seen all the Trump flags!
Jeff, yes, I put the cake through the two-stage Paco quality control process.
Memories of when my grandchildren were that age. Love.
Something just occurred to me: perhaps that pirate flag shows the location where the Oak Island pirate treasure is buried!
Mike: I think that's the other Oak Island. Although wouldn't it be hilarious if, after all these years, the guys digging on the one off of Nova Scotia discovered somehow that they were on the wrong Oak Island.
A trip to the beach topped off by chocolate cake is a wonderful day for all! Keep enjoying! Stock up on milk.
Those at that house have the right idea. Show yer colours!
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