The afternoon, though, began with a whimper, as we larded up for a day in the sun at the Palmas Del Mar waterpark, only to discover that they were painting the waterslides (in the middle of high season, naturally). So we spent a hour or so illicitly swimming in the Wyndham pool, whose swim up bar never opened while we were there (and during the high season, too!)
For lunch we schlepped over to the beach bar. "Schlepped" is a good work for walking in flip flops while carrying tons of baby gear. Anyway, lunch was passable and the views were great. I even got to spend some time body surfing, before the beach cops told me off for swimming outside out of the flagged area. 
and dipped his toes in the warm Caribbean waters.
The evening was low-key. Erica got to make her tasty shrimp dish, and there was a round of the official Smith family card game, Oh Heck (aka, Oh Hell - the name was changed by my cursing-conscious grandfather), which was won by Dad by a point over Uncle Mike (I finished dead last; Erica is "not a card game person" and abstained).
Thorn: going back to the grocery store
Rose: lunch, watching James in the water
Bud: waterslides?
Thorny Bud: Notre Dame's inevitable destruction in the bowl game by LSU
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