Carnival Valor – pretty big ship. Lots of kids. Lots of kids Ringlet’s age. Lots of boys Ringlet’s age. Lots and lots and lots. Hysterically, this was our first full day on the ship, and we were relaxing in the lounge chairs on the level up above the pool where we could watch the ocean go by on one side and keep an eye on the pool in which Ringlet was splashing with the other. We had fruity drinks. We had nice people around us and the sun was pouring out 85 degree heat. It was great.
Until I felt Mr. Ringie poking me in the arm. I ignored him for the first 10 pokes or so and finally turned and hissed, “WHAT?” He was sitting there, waggling his arm in the direction of the pool with a panicky look on his face, telling me to “Go look. She’s talking to boys. Make it stop.” The people to my left started giggling behind their hands. I told him to just sit down and relax and leave her alone.
Not 10 minutes later, I saw her coming up the stairs to our level and right behind her was a nice looking young boy, around her age. They were kind of talking back and forth. Looked like a plot to me, but fortunately, Mr. Ringie was fretting and facing in an entirely different direction.
Ringlet parked herself in front of her father and one look at the shiteatin' grin on her face should have been enough to know what was coming, but she pulled the boy around her, placed him directly in front of her and this young boy looked Mr. Ringie right in the face, stuck out his right hand, and loudly blurted “Hello Mr. Ringie. My name is Casey. I’m 12 years old. I’m from Martinsburg, West Virginia and I’d like to ask you if it’s OK with you if I go with Ringlet to get some pizza.”
Mr. Ringie just sat there. I held my breath. I had to or I was gonna laugh out loud. The people next to us started snorting and giggling. Mr. Ringie stammered. Mr. Ringie struggled mightily to come up with something to say that was both stern and fatherly. What he managed to pinch out was “Uhhhh…….” I quickly told them to go get some pizza and have fun. When they were about 50 feet away, Mr. Ringie came out of his stroke and howled “Get some WHAT and have some WHAT?”
We quickly found a waiter and a big fruity drink.
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