When you go to Florida for a vacation, you should go to the beach. So we
did. Even though it was very, very cold. While we were packing up to
make the trip, we comforted ourselves with the hope that it would
"probably be warmer on the beach". (It wasn't.) We put our boiled water
in a thermos, bought some charcoal and marshmallows, and hoped for the
best.
We roasted marshmallows and drank hot chocolate and dressed the kids in
every single mismatched article of clothing we had stashed in the diaper
bags. (Layering is so hot right now.) We saw stingrays and dolphins
jumping in the waves, hunted for seashells, and froze our little buns
off. The little babies stayed bundled up in their car seats and fun was
had for as long as we could take it. I'll call it a success, even if
all the grand kids did look like little hobo children.
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