Yesterday we were at the top of Chimney Rock, NC, sitting at an Educational Event- i.e., one of the park employees talking about snakes. Obviously, people under 4 are bound to get twitchy, and Eliza was constantly wiggling away from Alan, trying to run around. He finally put her on his lap and held his hands in front of her. Things were well and snuggly until I heard a "
Ptoow". When I looked at Alan, his face was frozen, and his palm was full of spit, and Eliza was satisfied.
