If you are one of the five people paying attention to this blogger lately, then you know that Miss Priss played hookie from school on Friday, and she, Miss Sunshine and I jetted down to the Outer Banks to hit the beach with a good friend and her kids.
Fun, fun, FUN!!
And I was so smart about it, too.
"It's too cold to swim," I'd told myself, "we'll wear regular clothes and play in the sand for a little bit. We won't need to change into any fresh clothes when we're done. Towels? Nah! Not getting wet! Just a little sand!"
Yes, apparently, I woke up in some sort of hallucination where my 2 and 5 year olds were now ADULTS.
How did it go, you wonder?
Despite being fully clothed, Priss headed straight for the water. It seems she has suddenly developed the superpower of no longer detecting ubber-frigid water temperatures. (But, never fear Evil Villains - just throw some luke-warm water on her. She still screams that it's "toooo hoooootttt!!!!")
She'll dry, I told myself, as I sat under my umbrella supervising.
Then, without warning, she flipped her blond head over and, touching her toes, dipped those silky tendrils straight into the depths of the ankle-deep ocean beneath her.
Crap.
By the time she ran back up, plopped her body down beside me, and, using her dampened arms and legs, began the repeptitive motion of making "Sand Angels," I was fully aware of the lostness of this cause.
Sunny, meanwhile, (who, incidentally, has the superpower of being wholly unafraid of swimming pools) has, thankfully, a terrifying fear of the ocean. I think it's the waves - although on these beaches the "waves" barely reach her knees, it is a fear I plan to encourage!
But who needs water, ponders our little Sunshine?
Then she promptly and unceremoniously began the first-ever practice of the (soon-to-be) Olympic sport of Sand Swimming!
You can analyze her technique over to the left.
Oh, and, she won. (Of course.)
She followed up her Olympic Workout with a cool down of Log Rolls.
Good thing I had taken off her skirt. It was the only thing I had on-hand to knock (barely) some of the sand off their little bodies!
But no worries, folks, I did have the forethought to sunscreen 'em up before letting them loose on that sandy, salty, sunny shore!
Of course, YOURS TRULY did NOT require ANY sunscreening. After all, I was just going to sit and chat with my girlfriend under my SPF umbrella.
Welcome to Summer!!!
