On Monday, Daddy and I are taking the kids down to the Panhandle. ‘ Panhandle’ seems to be what I’m supposed to call the part of Florida that we are going to. Makes me sound more in-the-know.

So, we are driving down and spending three days in Destin. The plans are that Daddy and I are going to sit on our adjoining balconies, put our feet up and watch the sunset as we shoot beers. That’s fine with me, although I haven’t a clue as to how to shoot a beer – it vaguely sounds like something that would leave one belching.

It might seem rather beach-combery, but Daddy’s days of roughing it are far behind him : we will be staying in some Starwood Hotel, as he needs the nights to keep up his platinum status. He is a big-time traveler, in fact, just last week he found out that the Hilton in Destin is having a don’t-miss-it-sale in August and so in late August, we will be packing up the kids and our case of beer and be heading down to Destin once again.

Which is fine with me. I love that area- the beaches are absolutely the most beautiful that I have ever seen, the water clear green with schools of fish swimming around your legs. There is that small problem with the sharks, but Daddy assures me that sharks only come to the shoreline in the morning and late at night.

But you can be sure that I won’t be missing my henny-penny opportunity : the whole time the cherubs are in the water, I will be scanning the waters around them. Let’s see, I’m supposed to punch a shark in the nose, is that right ?