Niagara Gazette — Then Penny, trying to pull off some sort of fake limp that resembles a cast-wearing penguin waddling toward the water: “Daddy, my ankle hurts. I don’t think I can walk home anymore.” After I say more, I get an expertly delivered, “But Daddy, it’s just too, too sore. This is just too much to take!”
Mind you, they’re still jumping and leaping while screaming at new-found friends still on the playground. And racing each other down the sidewalk.
But that’s OK. Not even a stiff back and sore neck can bring me down. Not when I can hear Rigby retell the day’s events with a Shakespearian actor’s flair and Morgan Freeman’s mastery of the spoken word.
Not when Penny is so excited to see the waves of the ocean for the first time that she nearly suffocates me with the seat belt while pulling on it to lean over me in the back seat for a better look out the opposite window.
Definitely not when Penny and Rigby engage in their first “serious” jam session at Aunt Patti and Uncle Aaron’s house, in spite of the thumping noise still occupying every spare of cranial space I have (and Rigby can hold his own in terms of making a beat).
Unfortunately, I will miss my fair share of moments with Penny and Rigby on their way to the presidency, rock stardom or wherever else the future takes them. But I got these two weeks with them.
That makes the cross-continent trip worth it every single time.
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