It's my second time visiting Fisherman's Wharf--the kid's too. It's our first time, however, as super tourists. My aunt got me a city pass for SF as a birthday gift, and I saved some Molly friendly admissions for this day, since my aunt had taken it off and we had some solid car action. On the agenda, a visit to the lamest aquarium I've ever visited, a cruise around the bay on a ferry-type-dealie, and a learning bonanza at the bay's premier bonanzaria. The bonanzaria of brainstuff lost out, in the end, due to time constraints and an overstimulated toddler.

The kid, you see, is easily overstimulated by fish in tanks. Kids, being like drunks in their up and down quickshifts, are little fun when overstimulated. Yet, there's something to be said for fun so easily had.

Also of note: the word "daddy." It's been in heavy rotation this week. It tends to mean something like "check that shit out" or "just making sure you're still there." Sometimes it's followed by a hug. Most often, it's repeated until I say something, after which: crickets.

Also, there are these bullshit sea lions. They're lazier than me.