Amos sign, Amos

Confession time: I have sinned... I have been warned about bad behavior... I have done it anyway. Case in point—with the weather still sunny and warm, and school not yet in session, I have, whenever possible, taken at least one of my grandkids up to the lake in the afternoon. Today was no exception. Every time I go, I confront this sign, which admonishes me, in no uncertain terms, to respond to the requests of said children to be launched skyward into the water with a gentle but firm negative. "See that sign?" I am expected to reply to each plea. But as long as the lake is most empty and there's no danger of launching one kid into another—or into the rocks—my response is, "Sure... how high?" Almost invariably, I turn my back on the admonition and do what a grandfather has to do. Don't bother bringing me to trial. I already plead guilty. And look, your honor, I don't wear my glasses into the water and my distance vision is not very good...