This place was great, pretty rocks, no people, and dad got to yell at Pato, Marnie, and Zeus; I think he likes it.
I love to hike, but my legs get tired so Mom carries me around, pretty sweet.
What-a-Mess goes to the Beach, Dad mumbled something like that. He was happy about the Vikings win, I pretended:)
Going to see the Fam in Minnesota, somewhere over America
Neither of us got to go in the pool, pretty lame pool party if you ask me, especially for my first one.