We're back at the hotel, taking a break before heading back out. It's actually pretty fun, the antique cars are okay but the owners are even better. My little girl, who is all of 19 months, really enjoys throwing things. I had her on her tether while I was talking to this fella about his Tucker, well, while my back was turned Emma started throwing little rocks (smaller than a dime) at this other man's 30s Lincoln. It wasn't "concours condition", and she didn't do any actual damage, but that's still a bad thing. Anyway, I went and scooped her up and said, "No, no, that's bad, no, no". I could tell the owner wasn't too happy, so I apologized and told the man, "I'm not sure what's gotten into her, she's usually very fond of Fords. It's the Chevys that need to be careful around her".
Oh well, at least he didn't try to press charges.