Incidentally, we did take the boys. I was a bit nervous, as they were the only children in the audience in spite of the "G" rating. (By the way, for those of you who know Tim, this was a real "G" rating, not the Tim Moore-just-a-few-less-F-bombs "G" rating). The boys held it together, miraculously, and they absorbed quite a bit of the show, as witnessed Monday evening. While Stephen and I were getting dinner ready, Connor was playing in the living room, and singing under his breath, "12 beers in a 12 pack! 24 hours in a day!" In fact, the boys love that song and keep singing it so much, we've had to have a talk with them that that's a "home" song, but not one to sing away from home or in front of other people. Sure enough, Connor, who really isn't one to be impressed by rules or authority, piped right up at the pool yesterday, "12 beers in a 12 pack...". This time I really do think Child Protective Services may at least want to meet those Federockos, whose kids sing about beer. "Oh well," a friend pointed out, "it could be worse". "Yeah," I said, "it could be 12 pots in a meth lab."
Here's a pic of the boys with Tim right after he changed out of his costume (which was a snowmobile suit):

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