Dinner at Three Crabs AND Root Beer Floats?

I can't help but remember the description I heard of a boy when I was very young as: "A piece of skin stretched over an appetite." Grandson Varick had a late breakfast of blueberries, orange juice, cereal and milk this morning; then a container of yogurt for lunch along with a slider hamburger and 1/3 of a cantaloupe. By five PM, he was -- in his words -- starving! After a stop at the Jamestown S'kallam Tribal Art Gallery, we had gone into Sequim to mail some letters and replenish the peanut butter supply. Our plan was to spend some time on the beach, then go to the Three Crabs for dinner later.

But since poor Varick was so hungry, we settled on a run to the end of the Point and back by the restaurant in order to get rid of some of his excess energy. A cup of clam chowder and a plate of fish and chips (proclaimed "Not as good as the ones he had at the Public House in Port Townsend...) later, he shared a huge piece of chocolate chip Oreo pie with Forry and me.

Then nothing would do for BOTH of the guys but we hurry back to the Sequim RV Park for Ice Cream Sundae Night so that they could get root beer floats! I dropped them both off at the Clubhouse with five minutes to spare. They showed back up at Auntie Violet a while later all smiles -- and I'm sure, very full bellies.