Clear Blue Water by Karen Montague-Reyes for August 30, 2004
Eve: Lena honey, will you grab Owen's hand, please? I can't put Seth down. Seth: Aaaaa Lena: Awwww. Aunt Eve...Oh, all right! Hannah: Hannah, you might be 31, but you still look good. Every eye's on you! No flab, no droop...Wow. Boys: Wolf, whistle. Hannah: Aah, an admirer. Poor, deluded soul, dreaming of a glance from me. Though I'm spoken for, dare I make his day with a smile? She's 12, ya perverts!! Lena: Mu-ther! Eve: Wolf whistle Hannah: Ha, ha. You're old too.