Ever since they started running the B&B in earnest, my parents have basically moved into their basement (which is not quite as desperate as it seems, since they have a nice bathroom, a bedroom, a large walk-in closet, and a theater room down there). The theater room doubles as the place where the grandkids go on Monday nights. They have toys and, as you can see from the following, pipes in the ceiling.
Well, well, well. We did not (at least I did not) know that the kids were treating the pipes like jungle gyms. Rose #1, who has terrible trouble with the monkey bars because of her small hand, can do the "pipe shimmy" no problem. Here she is doing her shimmying thing, with Rose #2 looking on appreciatively and Rose #3 (look carefully) dangling from another pipe in her diaper
The pipe skill is widely revered. Sam, one of the Roses' cousins, is looking on with admiration.
Good times, people. Good times.
The pipe skill is widely revered. Sam, one of the Roses' cousins, is looking on with admiration.
Good times, people. Good times.
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