Whiling away time – A short story by Adam

You all may wonder how I amuse myself here in Greece while my parents are laying in hammocks and eating feta and olives.  Well here it is folks.

I’m not allowed in the hammock. My nervous American parents think I’ll get hurt, so I’m forced to find other places to relax.

I sometimes help my parents get some fish for dinner.

I watch Malcolm.  Multitasking folks, snacks and babysitting at the same time.

I play with my toys….

And play with my toys.  It’s a hard life people.

Oh wait, did I mention I play with my toys?

Sometimes I show my new Greek friends the right way to build a sand house (my parents have told me it’s a castle, but I still call it a house).

And sometimes we have beach picnics.

And then there’s a whole lot of this.