The entire staff loved Grip. Every single man in a white coat who passed him made a face or tickled him or just stopped to talk. I supposed they must have left kids behind at home. This morning, our waiter just took the kid entirely and played with him while we ate. On land that would be weird, but it seemed like the most natural thing on the boat. Grip’s going to have a lifelong fondness for small brown men in white coats, and never know why.