no more bedhead

Another good day of fun yesterday. Granny took all of us on a Duckmobile ride in Hyannis. The premise is simple:

• climb aboard a Vietnam-era amphibious vehicle (painted blue and yellow)
• ride around the streets of Hyannis quacking at people (let's practice - "QUACK. QUACK. QUACK." Very good.)
• drive into Hyannis Harbor and motor around looking at the ginormous boats, and houses that back up on the water (I'm soooo jealous.)
• listen to the tour guide point out (a few) interesting places and facts, but mostly just go through her goofy patter.

It was a great time! My favorite story was when we passed St. Francis Xavier Church - "the Kennedy Family Church" - we were told it was a "no quack" zone. Apparently, they were going by one day and decided to quack at what they thought was a wedding. Turned out to be a funeral. Whoops. The church asked them to refrain from quacking in the future. I don't know if the story is true or not, but it sounds plausible, and it one of those stories that I want to be true.


At the end of the ride, Auntie Marilyn bought all the kids "duck whistles". When you blow on them they make a quacking noise. For the rest of the day, that's all you could hear from the kids. We did have to set two rules:

1. No quacking in stores (except maybe the joke shop)
2. No quacking if the car is moving.

After the Duckmobile trip, we wandered around Main Street for a while. Stopped at McGee's for ice cream. (If you're ever in Hyannis they have great ice cream, portions, and cost. Check them out.) We went to Tibetan Mandala, Seventh Heaven, and Sun Celeste, but the highlight (?) was taking the kids to the joke shop. (I believe it is actually The Joke Shoppe.) Beenie bought the whoopie cushion that he has had his heart set on for quite a while.

Beenie is becoming quite the prankster. He used invisible tape to tape open the sprayer attached to the sink, so when you turned the water on you got sprayed. Caught Auntie Marilyn. Great fun was had by all!