"Daddy!" Sophie says with delight when Skinny suggests it and I don't want to ask the present question of whether she actually wants to see me or if she just wants to do it because her favorite Uncle Skinny suggested it. I reach over and grasp hold of her, settling her against my hip and fixing the ruffles of her swimsuit. "Uncle Skinny says he wants to eat you like a baked potato casserole."

"I'm not that tasty," she mutters in shy reply, rubbing at her eyes and peering up at him. "M'not a potato," she spits out with a giggle and a grin at him.