We are treating our kids to their annual trip south to see the hubby's father and stepmother, whom the kids adore. Exoticism abounds. They have macaws indoors and out. When the birds get into a screaming contest there's a parrot in the middle shouting "shut up shut up shut up!" In the same spirit, Grandma C is idolized by our two PBS-reared kiddos for her prime time language and her insistence that she will take them on her boat to south america... and put hairs on their chest. It's like an annual, gorgeous, seafood-laden innoculation against looming tweendom.