Bridger Pete (I'm pretty sure that with that name we are going to get a pirate in our family yet) is three now, so he's much more entertaining than the last time we saw him. I think he's the heir to Aunt Bessie's legacy of knowing who everyone in the family is and how they are related. Several times during his visit he turned to me and said, "You are Grandma Carla's sister." Even though he calls his cousin Hamad "Momo", he carefully referred to him as, "your son" when speaking to me.
He absolutely delighted a couple of old Cambodian men down on the pier when he asked them how the fish they were pulling in were flying. They tried to get him to touch the flopping mess of fish in their bucket, but he quietly declined.
Here is a picture of the kids doing what kids from Wyoming do in California no matter how cold the water is:
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