Bad Grandpa...Part 6

We forced Merrick and my daughter Karen to take a quick stroll through the Ringling Art Museum today. They showed no appreciation for the art, so Merrick and I ventured out into the courtyard.

"Papa, can I climb up on some of the fountains?"

"No, you're not supposed to."

"Please Papa...please."

How can I say no to two pleases?

We scanned the perimeter for guards in suits, and I told him to go. And...away he climbed.

Eight shots I took, and morphed them into one.

Of course, this was photo-shopped. All I let him do was sit on the lower ledge. What kind of Grandpa do you think I am?

It rained here throughout the day. After the museum run, we had lunch out, and then did some heavy retail therapy.