I Met a Dolphin

And I want him to live in my bathtub. This dolphin especially warms my heart because he posed on cue.

Over the weekend, we went to Seaworld. It's this big, hot place where animals live in pools. You can see by the sweat glistening on both Mommy Chick and me that we really wanted to hop into the pool, too. But MC explained that diving into the dolphin pool would be considered inappropriate and might get us thrown into theme park jail.

I really don't want to go to theme park jail, because we'd probably be in there with people who wear Crocs and style their hair into mullets.

Speaking of hair, you can't see from that picture, but I'm finally starting to get some. I decided to yank my hat off all day, so MC slicked up my 'do with some sunscreen.

Daddy Dude thought I might like to show my luxurious hair to the passers-by on the log flume ride.

Rude. That is MC and DD's friend laughing. Rude.

Now I'm having to undergo special hair treatments to get the reclaimed water funk out of my locks.