
So, Cook had a heart attack when I waffled about renting a paddleboat one day when we were swimming at McDowell Dam. I gave in but told him he had to help me paddle (or pedal, or whatever).

I rented it for the shortest amount of time possible, I think it was thirty minutes. Anyway, about 2 minutes into our ride, Cook said, "You know mom, maybe I should steer and you should be the engine." Yup. I knew it.

Then a few minutes later he said, "Wow. A paddleboat is way harder to steer than a pirate ship." So I got to steer, too.

Ama kept leaning over the side trying to touch the water. When she caught sight of the beach, she wanted to go swimming REALLY bad and then it was even harder to keep her in the boat. So 30 minutes ended up being pretty close to right...