I've learned that you don't play putt-putt golf simply because it's fun; you go because that's where cute 13-year-old boys tend to be.
I've learned that girls fresh from drama camp are extremely fun on the beach, especially when they run, en masse, to a crowded area and begin tearing at the sand while loudly wailing such things as, "I'm sure this is where we buried him!" and "Daddy! You said it was fun getting buried!"
They followed this by turning to me and asking if I'd go to the Daddy Store and get them a new one.
"What Daddy Store?" I stupidly asked.
"I think they call it a bar."
"Yeah," said another. "Can you get us a British daddy this time? One with a cute accent?"
I've learned there aren't enough towels in South Carolina to satisfy the needs of four teenage girls, nor are there places they will deem inappropriate as drying stations for swimsuits.
I've learned that having someone sit on their slice of pizza doesn't mandate that it be inedible.
And I've learned the parents of these girls are lucky beyond belief, just like me, for having offspring who are respectful, kind and creative. And somehow, still in one piece.
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