Port day in Grand Cayman

The one thing that we had decided to do in excursions before ever

leaving Michigan was Stingray City in Grand Cayman.  My outdated guide book said that you could take a taxi out to the tip of the island and go out that way, so we catch a taxi out of the stands in front of the terminal after walking around getting free charms and finding a bathroom for Oscar at a 

 Burger King….So, we get in and find out that we have to take a boat to Stingray City and the taxi can only take us up Seven Mile Beach and then to see turtles and dolphins.  Well, the dolphins you can see in their tanks for free, but the turtle don’t show up when you look out at them and this turns out to be a total waste of time.  Unlike our taxi ride around Roattan,

 Honduras, this was not a great experience.  John felt that we overpaid and then felt better when he fleeced the driver out of $20 because he didn’t help us find a good deal over to Stingray City.  The tour groups out to Stingray City seemed to be packing up shop and Oscar couldn’t go out there anyway, John said that he had no intention of getting in water with stingrays

 after Steve Irwin, and the whole group called it quits on this.  We have to take a tinder out to the ship and the last thing we want is anyone missing the boat.  Which was a disappointment for the boys that were looking forward to it.  Swimming in an almost empty ship pool helps make up for it though and we spend a lot of time out at the pool that is not kid or adult friendly.  How am I supposed to help my kid swim or spend 

   time having fun myself when I can’t touch the bottom of the pool at all?  The shallow end is 4’9” and the water is salt water which hurts the eyes and you definitely don’t want to get any up your nose by accident.  We find out that Oscar doesn’t want to go back to kids’ club, but he 

 goes in when all the other kids go in with him.  We find the pub and spend time drinking a lot of beer, whatever other drinks strike our fancy and then Julie gets a call from Brenden saying that Oscar is crying for us.  So, we head to the club to then get a call from the kids’ club saying that Oscar has had

 an accident.  We turn the corner from the elevator to see our son standing at the gate into the kid’s club, crying and standing in a puddle of pee.  It’s about the saddest thing I’ve ever seen and I didn’t care that I had to carry him back to the room getting myself covered and my pants hit with sopping wet socks as I carried him.  He finally calmed down and we went back to the pub to try it for dinner and Oscar wets in his seat.  

 Which now really has me flustered because we were all sitting around him and he had been asked if he needed to go.  So, we head back to the room again and he says that these accidents have been “on purpose”.  I’m not sure that my new 3 year old even knows what this means, but it means that we are going to have to think about this whole situation a lot more.  And we might run out of pull ups after 2 weeks with no

accidents and two travel days with planes, airports and trains….no accidents, but then two in an hour.  So, we’re in pull ups to return to dinner to question the kid’s club employees’ abilities given the information from the older kids’.  We head down to the room to try to understand better from Oscar what exactly happened and I talk to the head of the group to find out that this was just a perfect storm of problems.  We decide that Oscar has to return to kid’s club so that he doesn’t “win”, but we don’t return the next day, because it’s Jamaica…mon.