When Max was little, he loved car washes and always asked “Why are car washes so soapy?” He would then answer his own question with “Clean cars!”
Baby Max would have been disappointed at the end of this long, dark tunnel to find one dude and a simple garden hose instead of all the soap and spinning brushes one would expect for thorough soil removal. After a 2 second glance, we were waved through this decontamination station as well, apparently not dirty enough for concern.
The boys inhaled their snacks and headed up to our cabin. Mark planned to spend hours pouring over invoices, statements and spreadsheets for Decibels Audiology and Decibels 180. Andrew planned to spend hours playing Minecraft.
Queasy herself, she sent Mark a text:
Offering to help but realizing there was nothing he could do, Mark spied the pudding cup and remarked on what a glorious find it was. Scarfing it down, April commented that he certainly seemed to have been spared the seasickness this time around.
"Seasick!" Andrew exclaimed. "Royan's don't get seasick! Sheesh!"
With that, they retreated to the cabin, giving April a key to join them as soon as Max was feeling better. They said that they would have stayed longer... but there was no more pudding.
The cabin was comfortable and spacious and had a TV with 15 channels, but no window… so it was not without its share of tummy turning. Max feeling better from his time outside but now wanting to lay down, April arrived in the cabin just as Mark was more than ready to leave, and quickly turned on some cartoons. Max was loving Canada's Treehouse TV but Andrew, sighting the program as “babyish,” asked if he could take a shower instead. April showed him how to operate the shower and had just stepped out of the bathroom when Andrew threw open the shower curtain and began to gag out into the bathroom, yelling "I'm sick! I'm sick!"
April jumped from her bunk, pulled the shower curtain between her and Andrew and used it to turn his face around as she yelled “Puke in the shower! It’s what drains are made for!”
Loads of poorly-chewed hot dog spewed in to the shower stall, the liquids being washed down into the sea by the boat’s perfect water pressure and the chunks remaining. Just the sight of it made everyone even sicker, so April elected to clean Andrew up, get him into some dry clothes, and close the door on the whole thing. Both kids now in bed, Mark showed up 30 minutes later and was greeted with the following statement...
Huge pieces of fresh Haddock were dipped in some sort of mayonnaise concoction, deep fried, sprinkled with a homemade sea salt blend, and topped with homemade curry tartar sauce. Outstanding. So good that when Max dropped a half of a piece of fish on the ground, Mark audibly gasped. Andrew begged to come back before he’d even finished his meal. Certain that we were satisfied, the owner, Moe, gathered our family for his TripAdvisor presentation.
Sticking his fingers through the provided rack card holes, Moe explained how excited Mr. Piper gets when he sees a new 5 Star TripAdvisor review. He then turned up the radio and bounced his fingers around to make Mr. Piper dance, ending with Mr. Piper spreading his fake finger legs. The family eating at a nearby table was horrified, but Mark laughed and Andrew asked for him to turn the music up even louder so that he could bust a move. Good times were had by all, and April immediately emailed Buzzy to add holes to the Decibels Audiology rack cards. Dancing ear holes is just what we need to sell more hearing aids :)