The beach vacation continues. Tonight we had a seafood buffet at a restaurant equipped to feed hundreds (thanks Heaven for that). Our pretty, blonde Russian waitress had her hands full carrying plates and side-stepping children on their way back and forth to the buffet. One of my grandkids apparently needs a lesson in good eating habits. She came back from her first trip to the buffet line with macaroni and cheese, mashed potatoes and French fries. I told her she had 3 items from the same food group and she shrugged and smiled. This was the same one who argued with me at lunch time that her mother lets her have coke with caffeine whenever she wants it. In this case, I'd like to be a buttinsky, but I won't.