Beer eye...

Yes, beer eye.  We traveled all day on the paint shaker, to get back to here (the name has been mentioned previously, but it escapes me right now)...and we've had showers, and are now on the balcony overlooking the neighbourhood...just on our second beer when Cassandra gets something under her contact lens...takes it out and drops it on the floor, picks it up and shoves it in her mouth...I'm thinking potato chips, but then she takes it out of her mouth to rinse off in her beer...but drops it!  I watch it flutter to the bottom of the glass and start chanting "chug, chug, chug!"  Sorry, just habit.  So, as we enter the bonus round, Cassandra pours her beer into mine...I'm thinking this is working for me!  Not that Cassandra is drunk, but she tries to get the contact out of the bottom of the beer glass...but her fingers are 4" too short........hmmm, how to make this work.  She chugs the beer, but gets a novel expression on her face like she swallowed her contact...luckily, she hadn't, then puts it in her eye and starts to yell..."IT HURTS, IT HURTS...BEER EYE, BEER EYE!!!"  That's my girl!

So, not many pics today...a few off the moving train...and no beer eye shots...CRAP!  It's amazing how kids can spot a camera...

 ...this from the moving, paint shaker train...

 ...these on one of the stops...

 ...and this little charmer and his Dad...

 Tomorrow, we are off to Kandy...for more beer eye!