... after returning from a trip where I haven't been blogging is, of course, to present photographic proof to the grandparents of their grandkids' continued existence.
Here's me giving the kids a ride on our preferred mode of transport in Koh Phangan, an island in the Gulf of Thailand:
Oh wait, this was for the grandparents, wasn't it? Okay, mom, you didn't see that one. How 'bout this one of Xander getting a ride in the back of a pickup truck?
Whoops, that's not considered safe in America either, rats. Zekey climbing a sharp rocky waterfall barefoot?
Ysa buried in sand as high tide rapidly approaches?
The whole family in a thousand year old abandoned temple in the jungle, filled with poison arrow traps?
No, no, and no? Okay, how about an escalator in Hong Kong. That should be safe.
(Do you know how many escalator accidents happen every year? It's astounding. True story: in the Hong Kong Metro, there are repeated multilingual announcements urging you to grasp the escalator handrail firmly and STAY IN ONE PLACE, for heaven's sake. So nowhere is safe, I guess...)