So there I was, gripping a flailing, grizzled, dead-eyed, ghost-pirate seagull that was now attempting to bite me, while my two boys were laughing and screaming their heads off.
So there I was, gripping a flailing, grizzled, dead-eyed, ghost-pirate seagull that was now attempting to bite me, while my two boys were laughing and screaming their heads off.
