will somebody please talk some sense into this child already?.
Saturday was almost perfect at the beach – about 75 degrees (I prefer 82) with a light breeze. And, according to Lucy, the food was really good too.
Lucy: I’m going to EAT ALL THE SAND!
Me: Lucy, stop eating all the sand.
Lucy: Too late.
I say beach, she says smorgasbord. This is going to be an interesting conversation.
If she ever learns to talk.
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