As a parent of pre-teen girls I am fortunate enough to have the God given ability to be completely oblivious to my surroundings at various opportune times. My wife, on the other hand, does not. Anyway, as I wrote previously, this vacation has been incredibly tranquil and relaxing, that is until last evening. I was lying by the pool sucking up the last minutes of sunshine when I became vaguely aware of a disturbance in the pool. After the disturbance continued for a few more minutes I focused in a little just to make sure there was nothing life threatening that would require some action on my part. The wife was safely cocooned in our bedroom. My focus revealed that the situation could continue to be safely ignored. The Big One: C"mon Sissy. Play colors with me. Don't be a baby. The Little One: I hate colors. It's a stupid game. You never play what I want to play. The BO: I hate you. At that point I began to slip blissfully back into oblivion. About 30 minutes or so later I became vaguely aware of something or someone hovering above me. The Big One; Daddy? Daddy? Can you hear me? Daddy? Me: Huh? The BO: Daddy? Are you deaf? Me: What is it honey? The BO: She hit me. Me looking for signs of visible trauma: Don't hit your sister dear. The BO: That's it. Your not going to punish her? Me: Would you like to be punished every time you hit your sister? The BO: silence. As I tried to drift back into a semi coma the nonstop bickering continued and was actually impacting my zoning out abilities. I realized that drastic action needed to be taken. I would have to get up off of my lounge chair. I slowly rose to my feet and walked to the edge of the pool with my back to the girls. They quickly realized this, united and joined forces to push Daddy into the pool. Sometimes sacrifices have to be made but peace and tranquility was finally restored. On a St Bart's note, Orega! Oh my gosh! I think it's our new favorite restaurant. You have to try this place. I had the foie gras appetizer. I usually can't remember what I had last night but if you ask me 5 years from now I will remember that foie gras. It was better than the foie gras at Tamarin and that was amazing. Time for a dip in the pool. Another gloriously peaceful day awaits. Hopefully.