Today we were at the resort here with Ouest and a friend of hers. The two of them had a bucket of sidewalk chalk and proceeded to draw little faces, flowers, and hearts on the sidewalk. Soon after, I saw a security guard eyeballing us with his walkie-talkie out. And not long after that, a manager was nearby acting nonchalant. When we left the security guard followed us, thinking he was being indiscreet, back to the boat.

I put Ouest down for her nap and then walked back up there with a bucket. Every trace of the kids’ fun had already been washed away. And this, folks, is Paradise Village.

Another full day filled with miscellaneous public toilets and still no accidents. My girl is a peeing rockstar. And that will be the last word on the subject for at least a week. I swear.