laur wasn't sure what she thought about that.
the kids fed the fish.
after dinner we went for a boat ride.
laurelai's life jacket was a bit...unyielding.
and then the kids, my parents, and my grandma fed the fish some more. at this point, every time they went down there for that purpose, the fish were already standing there, tapping their fins and glancing at their watches and rolling their eyes, being all, 'blub blub,' which means, 'it's about time.' southern fish are very demanding like that. feed them once and you've got privileged fish snobs on your hands from there on out.