15 years, 7 months.

Dear Jack,

You and your sister and your cousin Lucy found little ways to keep yourselves entertained in between the official activities on the cruise.

One morning during our daily powwow at Starbucks, I heard giggling behind me. I wasn’t even sure what I was taking pictures of, but I just kept snapping photos anyway.

Before too long, the three of you made your way over to Uncle Jason, so he could taste the “fake beer” you all created using what I believe was the remainder of your drinks, along with whatever packets you found there at the Starbucks counter, like sugar and honey.

By the look on Uncle Jason’s face when he tried the “fake beer”… it was not a refreshing delight.

Love,

Daddy