It is a complete testament to their personalities - you don't even have to guess which kid belongs to which bed.
We had nothing planned for day 4 - which was a good thing since there was incessant rain and three tornado warnings.
It was too bad for Kooka who had her heart set on lounging poolside all day. She did settle for a soak in the giant jacuzzi tub in the bathroom, and a game of bingo in the activities hall.
She somehow managed to win the blackout round, but not before the rabid bingo players next to her threatened to call management because the caller was not performing up to their standards (no joke). They were furious that she had not properly mixed the Ns, and started a ruckus. For the record - Kooka's grand prize was a keychain advertising the condos - hardly worth getting the poor bingo caller fired over.
Thankfully, Uncle Frank and Aunt Sharon showed up in the nick of time and we all took off to dinner at Bahama Breeze.
|Kooka kicking some bingo booty.|