As I suggested in my last post, a more appropriate title for this post might be: How the Small People Spent Twenty Unbridled Minutes. In summary, responding to a paternal request to clear some of the sand from the push off the deck stairs, they spent the time obediently running, rolling, and leaping down the stairs, scattering sand all the while.
Baby-girl, unlike her brothers, was hesitant to throw herself down the deck stairs all in the name of forging a path. She did attempt to slide down the sand a few times, but spent a good part of the time bossing directing her brothers who were so grateful for her assistance in an oblivious-to-it sort of way. At one point, she decided to attempt riding my younger son up the sandy stairs like a pack mule.
But first she needed to, I kid you not, dust all the sand off his back before she would mount the mule. Every once in a while, she has these moments where you’d think she hasn’t grown up on the beach, having probably eaten more sand during her toddler years than I’d care to imagine.
My younger son tried rolling down the hill a few times and then switched to running and leaping.
Yes, that’s him spitting over the side of the rail. It appears that when one belly-flops onto the sand, to the consternation of one’s parents, one often needs to spit sand out afterward. The more you know, you know?
My eldest son also did a combination of dives and rolls, prompting LCB to wax not-so-poetically on how many bones He Who’s Had Two Inquiries Regarding His Potential Senior Citizen Status would break were he to attempt some of his son’s moves. She Who Has Osteopenia chose neither to comment nor to jump.
Ultimately, the small people had a riot, and within twenty minutes, a navigable path was cleared to the beach. In fact, I was almost disappointed that they accomplished the task so quickly, hoping for a repeat performance the next day. It turned out to be largely a good thing, however, because little did I know what would arrive on our doorsteps later that evening.
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(Don’t mind me. I’m just practicing writing soap opera endings. Why, you ask? Mainly just because it pleases me. But feel free to check back for Part Four, which will be posted early next week, Lord willing and the creek don’t rise.)