Strollerderby : traveling with kids

Get the Stink out of On the Road Travel

JeanneSager — Mon, 11 May 2009 16:20:00 GMT

Ah, summer's almost here, and that means road trip time! And when you have kids, you know what that means: trying to find clean, non-scary places for the very frequent potty stops.

Problem solved.

The Bathroom Diaries rounds up the best places to pee all across the U.S. and a long list of countries around the world, with updateable lists for every U.S. state and a breakdown of who's free, who's got changing tables, and who's got a stinky potty.

Where this earns props over other bathroom stops pages is with the in-depth family details - take a look at the write-up on the McArthur Center mall bathroom in Norfolk, VA - someone cared to let us know they have a family restroom with "excellent space for nursing, and wide doorways allow even the largest of strollers to easily enter and exit. Extremely clean, well-lit, and safe."

A place where I can navigate the stroller instead of having to take turns with my husband over who's going to stay outside and watch over it even though we both HAVE TO go? I'm there.

So if you've got potty happy kids, you can map out your route to whereever with the help of the diaries, or you can make some notes on your way to and from and help a mutha out (and a dad too, for that matter - he may pee standing up, but he can aim better when he isn't holding his nose).

Image: ComfortFirst

Family Sues Over What Kid Found in Hotel Room

JeanneSager — Sun, 01 Feb 2009 18:40:00 GMT

A Massachusetts family that made a stop-off on their trip home from Florida is wishing they'd just kept on driving north.

Steven and Amy Wolfe and their three kids stayed at the Homewood Suites in Mount Laurel, N.J. for just one night on the trip home to Pittsburgh, Mass. Things went fine until the next morning, when the Wolfes' twenty-two-month-old son picked up something left behind by previous guests and put it in his mouth - something used . . . and made of latex.

You guessed it. Cleaning crews apparently missed a dirty condom left behind by previous occupants of the room, and the Wolfe's youngest child had already swallowed a portion when he started choking and she rushed to his side.

The child is fine - at least choking-wise. But he'll have to undergo further testing to determine if any diseases in the condom might have put him at risk. His parents, meanwhile, are suing the hotel.

From the Philadelphia Daily News: "The suit contends that Homewood Suites and its subsidiaries, Hilton and Blackstone, put the boy at risk by leaving the "life threatening" item in the room and subjecting the boy to an increased risk of contracting a "sexually transmitted disease, including HIV or AIDS, or some other, potentially life threatening, potentially fatal illness."

I already knew hotel rooms were icky. This story highlights why it's so much more difficult to avoid the ick factor when you've got kids. As an adult, I immediately throw off the comforter when I walk into a hotel room, knowing they are often not washed between guests. My three-year-old, however, wants to roll around on the bed just like she does at home. She begs to take a bath in the hotel tub; I refuse.

After reading this, I'm even more inclined to say "Let's drive through the night honey. We can sleep when we get there."

Image: TripAdvisor.com

So You're Traveling By Plane for Thanksgiving. Good Luck, Suckahhhhhs.

Jessica Ashley (Sassafrass) — Mon, 19 Nov 2007 19:33:00 GMT

This week, as the reality and panic that Thanksgiving is officially measurable in hours away, all the well-meaning and authoratatively-written "insider" articles and posts start popping up in an attempt to quell the fears and franticness of flying on the busiest travel day of the year. I'm a sucker for these tips -- as a parent who has hauled my kid, a carseat, a diaper bag, a breast pump, a purse and tickets clutched in a fisthold down the unbearably narrow aisles of many airplanes on many cross-country trips during the holiday season -- and I will search them for a bit of new information like millions of other travelers in search of ways to informatively beat the effed up airline system. Mostly, though, I just laugh. Why?

Because I am thoroughly convinced that no post, no article, no matter what travel agent reality show you watch or what that one bossy playgroup mommy tells you, flying with kids, especially during the holiday rush, will always suck. And by always, I mean that the gods will look on you benevolently for memorizing your mother-in-laws OCD recycling rules and for all the times your sister in law has barfed up the green bean casserole you labored over, and they will actually bestow upon you an uneventful flight. Hell, they might even give you a good one. BUT BEWARE! You will convince yourself it is because you researched the plane's seat map online or your goldfish-crusted kid is irresistably cute even to crabby gate agents. Let me be clear: It isn't.

It is to lure you into feeling confident, like you've got it down with the personal DVD player with enough Elmo and Wonder Pets to keep your kid entertained in a confined, recycled air flow space with peanuts he can't eat and soda you wouldn't dare let him drink and the permeating glares of people who chose the sweet, sane luxury of flying alone to procreating. It is to make you nod to yourself and think, "Yeahhhh, flying to see my folks on Christmas Eve wouldn't be so bad after all. We're experts at traveling with kids now." As soon as you have those stupid, stupid thoughts (and don't shame yourself, we've all had them), the frequent flier customer service representatives are alerted to meet you at the gate when the plane lands. (Well, after the plane circles the airport for two hours, then lands and sits at the gate for another 45 minutes while your bladder is about to explode and your kid's puke is drying up all over the adorable pilgrim outfit grandma sent for him to wear).

So how to survive? Mike recommends taking photos of the people seated around you as your wife totes in the screaming toddler and the realization of what a long-ass flight it is going to be sinks in. Kelly suggests claiming a tendency toward violent vomitting or incontinence to snag an aisle seat (bahhhh, you pre-check-in online seat reservations) and should that fail, instuct your kid to spray nearby passengers with enough Pirate's Booty spit that they beg you to take their bulkhead aisle seat. Then, I say, chalk it up. Sure, it's going to be hell. Not as much hell as eating dinner with forced-friendly family, but good preparation for sitting in the insanity , total irritation and comments about your terrible parenting skills nonetheless.

Matt Damon and Kids "Roll Like J-Lo"

Rachael Brownell (Redsy) — Tue, 29 May 2007 15:02:00 GMT

Matt Damon admits to "rolling like J-Lo" when traveling with his relatively new family with wife Luciana, step-daughter Alexia, and 11 month old cutie pie Isabella, tutors, assistants, and assistants' offspring.

Phew!! At least Damon seems to have a sense of humor about the whole thing. And could that little girl be any cuter? I think not!!

Video Game Use to Blame for Decrease in National Park Attendance?

Patti — Sat, 26 May 2007 18:25:00 GMT

If ever there were a case not only for the road trip, not only for the minivan, but for the road trip in the minivan with the built-in entertainment system, this is it: the vast increase in video gaming by children is being blamed for the decrease in attendance at national parks. Except I'm not buying it.

Come. ON. As if you can't get a freakin' PSP or Nintendo DS and just take it along, if your vehicle isn't set up with a video screen that lets you hook up your regular video game console so the kids can rock the joystick from the second or third row. As if any parent worth his or her salt would say "Oh, sure, we'll stay home and let you play Guitar Hero instead of going to Yellowstone". As if the majority of adults have suddenly decided to stop parenting up. I'm sorry, I know some parents, and I'm not buying it.

What I'm more likely to buy is that we live in a country without any sort of mandated leisure time and where families are often scattered to the four winds, so Americans are often disinclined to waste their precious and hard-earned vacation time going to look at a hole in the ground that's been there for a billion years and isn't going anywhere soon, when they could spend that time visiting family in places that don't happen to be national parks. I'm more likely to suggest that airfare is expensive, and hopping in the car to drive to a national park isn't always feasible either once you figure in the cost of gas and lodging (and the article does note the high cost of travel as another factor). I'm thinking the kind of parent who'd allow their children's busy video gaming schedule to dictate the family's summer plans are probably the kind of parent who aren't trying to organize a trip to Mammoth Cave anyway.

(via Gaming Today)

Road Trip! Loading Up the Kids and Hitting the Highway

Patti — Fri, 25 May 2007 21:02:00 GMT

How we went on a road trip every summer before the advent of the portable DVD player is beyond me, but we did it and I look back on those trips pretty fondly, if for no other reason than the fact that I could read for ten straight hours without anyone hassling me to clean my room. Still, I think times have changed for the better; I'm utterly shameless about breaking out a movie if we're driving for more than a couple of hours, and I think I pack better snacks than my mom or my aunt did on our interstate treks.

This Enid, OK Eagle clip about family roadtripping brought back a slew of memories, not the least of them being the dusty leg of the trip to Grandma and Grandpa's that dragged through Oklahoma (but I'm sure Enid is lovely). I remember being stuffed in a car without enough seatbelts to go around, eating bologna sandwiches on soggy bread, and crashing on the floors of distant cousins and at inns best described as "Motel 4". I remember that the McDonald's in Gallup, NM was decorated in pink and blue for reasons I can't begin to understand. I remember doing a lot of Mad Libs. I remember the time we camped out at a family reunion, and more license plate and alphabet finding games than I can count.

Roadtripping with kids nowadays is so much less work, to be honest. They draw on their Magnadoodles, I knit, he drives. They nap, he naps, I drive. They get squirrelly, I throw in a movie, we push through 'till dinnertime. By the time they outgrow the Magnadoodles they'll have grown into roadkill bingo, and that'll probably last us until they're old enough to spend an entire trip entertaining themselves by rolling their eyes and muttering about how lame it is to have to travel with family.

When the Spouse Is Away...It Ain't Pretty

Jessica Ashley (Sassafrass) — Wed, 16 May 2007 19:33:00 GMT

Last weekend nearly killed me. My husband was away at a work conference for three days. OK, away might be an exaggeration. He was downtown. But he was gone all day, and over the weekend nonetheless. I loved seeing him all amped up about the cutting-edge research he was learning about and the iconic professionals in his field he was meeting, but most of his reports back to me were lost to my complete exhaustion of working and parenting solo for that time. "Please," I pleaded with him late Sunday night, "Don't ever leave me. I can't do it alone." I was dead-on serious. And saying some big-time prayers for all the single parents out there doing this everyday. All day.

While many of us are used to kid-wrangling alone for part of the day or even most of the time, many of us are also accutely aware how important it is to hand off a toddler who has suddenly gone looky-loo over wearing red socks instead of green or having peach applesauce instead of the blue kind his friends all eat at preschool. It is easy to forget how sanity-preserving (even for a brief moment) it is to have the other parent read Go, Dog, Go! for the eight-hundredth time or set up the DVD player while you pee with (gasp) the door closed. When that other person's out of the picture and at a schmancy hotel with bubble bath and cable or having a quiet ride on an airplane somewhere over Toledo or even just zoning to a PowerPoint presentation somewhere, those moments without add up very quickly, equating one depleted parent on duty.

Sara over at The Juggle's pondering how parents handle it when a spouse is away. Managing one child, even with a nanny, has her racking up the guilt for being gone and her husband lacking a good night's sleep. She's getting some heat over there for admitting it is all taking a toll. Is the answer just, "Yep, it sucks to go it alone" or is there more to it? Is there some secret -- or conference of our own -- we're missing?

Traveling With Your Baby: A Primer

Patti — Sat, 21 Apr 2007 20:03:00 GMT

Glennia Campbell at The Silent "I" travels a lot with her kid. And by "a lot", I mean, they've been to foreign countries more times than you've gotten your kids together to go to the grocery store.

Maybe you've never taken your infant on a plane ride before. Or maybe you have, and it didn't go so well. With vacation season looming ahead, it's time to face your fears. Glennia shares some basic guidelines on her blog: first, some general considerations. Then, some logistical advice and packing tips.

Our family is close-knit and far-flung, so we hit the tarmac running very soon after our first was born. Some of Glennia's experience mirrors ours ("wait until the first round of vaccinations to travel by plane" was advice my pediatrician gave me, too), some not so much (my rule of thumb is to bring enough diapers for the plane ride plus one day. No more, no less--we've yet to go anywhere where I couldn't easily suss out a source for any diapering or bathing need on the other end). And she doesn't address the carseat question, which is a major source of angst for parents embarking on a plane ride: do you get the baby a seat of his own? If so, do you bring the carseat on board? Of such questions are parenting forum flame wars born, let me tell you.

I actually miss traveling with infants. They ultimately don't need much more than a nipple of some sort and the Skymall catalogue to gnaw on, the expectations set upon their behavior by fellow passengers are very low compared to those set upon a three-year-old, and they're incapable of asking "Are we there yet?".

Family Vacation Ideas: How 'Bout the Galapagos Islands?

Jessica Ashley (Sassafrass) — Tue, 17 Apr 2007 19:03:00 GMT

In the 2-1/2 years since we went from couple to family, we've taken exactly zero vacations that did not center around visiting family. While family-centered trips have their own benefits (really), they're not exactly a respite in paradise. Because of that, we've committed to camping this summer in Wisconsin, chosen for its scenic dunes and guarantee of a car trip that will last no more than rounds of the (*cringe*) Little People CD.

Given those rather meek vacation plans, imagine the jaw-dropping and travel-lust that swelled up when I read about families taking luxury ecotours to the Galapagos Islands. The trip is guided by experienced, adventure-loving naturalists and is filled with posing for pictures with tortoises, observing birds and sea lions, hiking over lava fields and then returning "home" to a passenger boat. As the author describes, speaking clearly to geeky me, "it feels like we've stumbled into an episode of 'Nova."

Heavenly, right? If you've got $10,000 to spend for a week away with the kids, then it clearly is. For now, my husband will have to do without the endless of entertainment of hearing a guide point out the flocks of "boobie birds" and I will have something to put on my to-do list for ummm...next summer.

Business Travelers Bring Family Along for "Fun?" Yeah, Right.

Stefania Pomponi Butler (CityMama) — Mon, 16 Apr 2007 15:02:00 GMT

Okay, who planted the idea in business traveling parents' minds that taking their family along would be a "fun" thing to do. Because I'd like to find that person and beat them. Bringing the family along on a work-related trip is bo' shit. And articles like this certainly don't help.

When my kids were younger, my husband traveled from our home in Portland to Seattle four days out of the week for work. Every week he said, "Why don't you come with me? You and the girls can hang out, swim in the pool, relax." For months I resisted until, finally, I said, "Okay."

The moment we crossed the threshold of the hotel, we picked up rotavirus that turned our entire hotel room into a puke-covered hot zone. In a matter of hours we had used up all the bedsheets and bath towels in the entire suite. Our hotel room was trashed worse than if the Who had been there.

This happened not once, but every time we traveled while my husband worked. My kids managed to get sick every time, my husband still had to work, and I just wished we had stayed at home.

Fun thing to do? No. Relaxing? Nuh-uh. Sure wish people would stop writing these stories.

Disney Expands Popular Electronics Lines in Time for Summer

Rachael Brownell (Redsy) — Thu, 12 Apr 2007 15:34:00 GMT

Disney is launching new electronics products for summer, including mobile DVD units with panels for more than one viewer, video MP3 players, and other tools to help stressed out parents get through road trips as well as the "I'm bored" complaints of family vacations.

The Disney Mix Stix Audio MP3 players allow kids to listen to their favorite music and videos, as well as view personal photos. All of these electronics come in popular Disney themes such as Hannah Montana and Pirates of the Carribean.

My kids are still young enough to be entertained in the car by reading books and eating graham crackers. If we ever get to the point of requiring movie-watching to get through a road trip, I'm sure we'll turn to Disney, but that doesn't mean I have to be happy about it.

Airlines Actually Help Keep Your Kid Quiet? Tickets Please!

Mike Adamick (Cry It Out!) — Tue, 10 Apr 2007 15:31:00 GMT

On a flight to Michigan several months ago, Dana and I brought onboard food, toys, games, blankets, pillows, baby syringes filled with baby horse tranquilizers -- anything we thought might keep Emmeline calm during the four-hour flight. The only thing the airline did to help out was lose our luggage.

Turns out we've been flying the wrong airline (have fun with that bankruptcy, United!). Several international carriers are offering everything from puppets to puzzles to interactive televisions and children's programming to help make long flights easier for kids -- and the passengers around them.

Even the worst carriers (is it that obvious I hate United?) are getting into the act by including kids show on their miniature TV screens.

Where the hell were these perks when I was a kid? Sure, I occasionally caught a glimpse inside a cockpit, but I would have foregone the flashing lights, countless switches and crazy questions about Turkish prisons for the chance to pre-order my own meal and play Nintendo during a cross-country flight. That does it. We're definitely switching airlines.

Have Stroller/Will Travel With Hip New City Tours

Karen Murphy — Sun, 07 Jan 2007 19:02:00 GMT

You don't have to own a stylish and trendy Bugaboo stroller to tour cities around the world with your kid in the new stroller-friendly Daytrips offered by Bugaboo.com. Although you might want one. After all, who can resist the Footmuff accessory (which doubles as an aid to keep your child from slouching), and the general hipness of the Bugaboo?

And what better stroller to be pushing down the steets of Milan, Paris, Prague, Sydney, and Copenhagen? Closer to home, explore your own home towns of New York, Boston, Chicago, Los Angeles, and San Francisco with a handy .PDF download that gives illustrated maps of each of 22 cities (with more to come) around the globe and highlights various child-friendly destinations within each city along with instructions on what to see and do at each stop.

Sounds perfect! My only question - do Bugaboo's Daytrips offer suggestions as to how to push the stroller while holding a triple venti latte?

Woman Puts Baby Thru Airport Xray Machine

Alisyn — Wed, 20 Dec 2006 18:36:00 GMT

From the "So Stupid It's Got to be True" files...

A woman accidentally put her one-month-old grandson through the x-ray machine at Los Angeles International airport last Saturday morning.

Security workers noticed the wiggling shape of a baby on their monitors and immediately pulled him out. After examination at a local hospital, it was determined that the baby did not receive a harmful dose of radiation.

Airport authorities categorized the incident as "an innocent mistake made by an inexperienced traveller," but I've got another theory: I think Grandma wanted to make sure her medical marijuana stash for cataracts went unnoticed in her handbag, so she put her brilliant "Plan B - Baby as Diversion" tactic into effect.

One problem, though, Granny: You should've waited 'til after you landed to get high.

Roadtrippin' - How I Keep My Family From Freaking Out in the Car

Alisyn — Fri, 15 Dec 2006 15:00:00 GMT

A week from today, my husband, two girls and I will be barreling down Highway 101 towards Southern California, my parents’ house, and a big, old-fashioned family Christmas.

Pre-kids, my husband and I enjoyed this five-to-six hour drive down the California coast. We’d stock up on new CDs, road snacks and magazines. We’d have sing-alongs, or listen to books on tape. We’d roll out of town whenever we felt like it, and still make it to SoCal in time for dinner.

Post-kids, it’s a whole different story. With two girls, ages 4 and 19 months, and a Subaru station wagon packed to the gills with board books, blankies, DVDs and those infuriating little juice boxes, there no room left to fart, much less stretch out and get comfy. The journey is agonizingly slow thanks to the potty breaks, stretching breaks, diaper-changing breaks and stop-the-car-or-this-whining-will-make-my-head-explode breaks. We leave right after breakfast, haul ass in between breaks trying to make up for lost time, and barely manage to make it to SoCal before my mom conks for the night at 9:00.

Long-distance driving with kids can be a major pain in the ass, no doubt. But over the years, I’ve learned a few tricks that have saved me hours of frustration and headaches, and saved my kids from a miserable and boring day of driving, trapped in their car seats with nothing to do. Here’s what we’re bringing along this year:

Single serving snacks – The novelty of tiny little containers of chips, miniature boxes of raisins and bags of mini-muffins and fruit snacks goes a long way. They can also help kill time if you insist that kids pry open the wee packages by themselves. WARNING: Avoid single serving yogurt tubes if you like your car even a little bit. Also helpful: a grab bag full of yogurt covered pretzels, dried fruit, fruit juice-sweetened jellybeans and cereal o's from the bulk bins at your local hippie grocery co-op.

Lollipops – I get the vitamin C and Echinacea ones from Whole Foods, with six grams of sugar per pop. It’s like you’re doing your kids a disservice if you’re not giving them at least one pop per hour! At least, that’s what I tell myself. You can also find them here.

Colorforms – Remember Colorforms? Those reusable stick-on thingys that came with cardboard backdrops? I had Holly Hobbie Colorforms. My girls have “Maisy” and “Dora” Colorforms (We got 'em as gifts, but you can get ‘em online at Amazon.com). They're great for mixing and matching, and sticking on the windows and little bare bellies.

Electronics – I don’t know anyone who travels without a portable DVD player these days. We certainly don’t - and we've got an arsenal of kids DVDs to prove it. We also take an iPod loaded with our older daughter’s favorite Dan Zanes songs, the Wilco tunes that we all love to sing along to, and headphones, for when the big kid decides she wants to futz around with the iPod “by her ownself.”

Crayola Color Wonder Paper and Markers – Possibly the best invention since the wheel. The ultra variety pack comes with two 24-page coloring books, a 30-page tablet and six special non-toxic markers that only show up on the special paper, not on little hands, carseats, or upholstery. Available here, there and everywhere.

Earplugs – No matter how great the diversions, at least one kid is guaranteed to throw a major shitfit at some point during the trip. There will also be some whining and complaining if your kids are over the age of zero. Earplugs are your friends. Even the cheapies you can get at Walgreen’s will help provide a buffer for your ears while your child rails against the injustice of being buckled down for hours on end. My pick for Most Important Road Trip Accessory.

Children's Benadryl - I'll say it loud and proud: I'm totally not above drugging my kids, if it means they'll relax and maybe even take a nap in the car. My older daughter has allergies, so I don't feel too bad about the occasional preemptive Benadryl assult. WARNING: Some people find that Benadryl makes their kids excitable, so give it a test run before you dose 'em on the road. Available at every corner store in America.

That there's what I'm packin'. Have I forgotten anything? Is there something you think I've overlooked? What are your road trip necessities? Feel free to share in the comments… I’m always on the lookout for new and exciting ways to keep the natives from getting restless. Happy travels!

Travel Together; Vacation Alone: The New Family-Friendly Resorts

Patti — Mon, 11 Dec 2006 14:00:00 GMT

Last year we went skiing with family, and took the kids along. By the third day, they were both over it, but we weren't ready to stop skiing. So we nervously called the resort's day care service and snagged a last-minute opening. More than just a room full of toys, the ski resort daycare was a room full of climbing walls, forts, ride-on cars, and slides. The kids were fed a healthy lunch, bundled up and taken out to play in the snow, and then brought back inside to bake chocolate chip cookies. When we came to retrieve the girls at the end of the day, they pretended not to recognize us.

What we experienced at that Colorado resort is the hot trend across the US and beyond: luring the lucrative family demographic by offering extraordinary children's entertainment.

This is not your parents' hotel babysitting service or half-assed game room. This is a serious effort to provide young guests with amenities that meet, or maybe even rival, the glamorous standards of adult fun. This is hanging out with Elmo and Zoe while Mommy gets a facial or Daddy hits the links. This is going horseback riding or learning to snorkel while Mommy and Daddy sneak off to "reconnect". This is not even having to tuck your kids in at night, because the hotel provides tuck-in service complete with stories and a gift bag. And yeah, it's baking cookies with strangers while Mommy and Daddy ski and drink beer.

On the one hand, it seems a little weird to shuffle your kids off to organized activities on a "family" vacation. On the other hand, there's a lot to be said for diversifying a bit--sharing some activities as a family, but also giving everyone the chance to pursue something they really enjoy, free of any worries about everyone else's good time. And on the other other hand...well, let's just say I hear Negril is lovely.

It's Not a Vacation When You Have to Take the Kids With You

Stefania Pomponi Butler (CityMama) — Sat, 09 Dec 2006 21:02:00 GMT

In about a week, I will pack up my girls (ages 4 and 2) and head to Hawaii for three weeks. Sound resplendent? Not quite.

My mom lives in Hawaii and so we visit at least once a year, but it's so. not. a. vacation. when you have kids with you. Ooh! Let's share a hotel room with the kids so either we all have to go to bed at 7:30 or we're all up until 2:00 AM! Come on! It'll be fun!!! Side note: what is it about a hotel that the minute you cross the threshold with small children they will inevitably pick up a freak stomach virus and be vomiting within hours? Happens every time.

It's not a vacation when you're using the ice bucket as a puke-catcher. It's traveling. Traveling with kids. Gone are the days when I could slather on the Bain de Soleil (SPF 0) and wave down cabana boys when my Mai Tais ran low. (Mmmm rum. Sweet, sweet nectar of the gods. How I miss you.) No more sitting on the beach with the ear phones on reading the latest Judith Krantz novel. (That Princess Daisy girl-on-girl scene? I know you know what I'm talkin' 'bout.) Sure, I could leave the kids with my mom and try to sneak away for some "me time," but I get the "How long will you be gone?" action, and, you know. Why bother.

Don't get me wrong, my mom is a very adoring grandmother, but she's not going to play Candyland or make animals out of Play-Doh. She'll hit her stride with the girls when they are old enough to see A Chorus Line.

So until then, it's me vs. them. Me trying trying to keep the two-year-old from running headlong into the surf or crapping in my mom's pool. Me helping to brush every speck of sand off my four-year-old's towel and holding her in the ocean so that her entire torso remains dry lest she get a droplet of water on her face.

On second thought, cabana boy, I'll have another Mai Tai, please.

[photo of "Bunny" hating nature by CityMama]