Last night, however, as we sat in the cockpit, Helina and I stumbled into a game of peekaboo.
Most evenings, we head to the cockpit and let Helina burn off any extra energy she has, so she is nice and tired for bed. Usually this involves her pounding on our cockpit coaming (the thing her left hand is on top of in the picture below) and shouting--what I like to pretend are obscenities--towards the sky:
|Helina, The Great Miami Orator|
|Peekaboo! I see you!|