Part way through the vacation Grandpa went to the old Mother Goose book (a McGuire childhood staple) and read a few stories before bedtime. One of the poems in this book tickled the kids to no end. Each and every time grandpa read it (sometimes twice a night) they would be doubled over and/or throwing their heads back, giggling from the very depths of their stomachs to the point where they could barely catch their breath. Of course grandpa soaked this all in and became more animated with each telling of the story. It was a definite highlight of the whole vacation..... 
