Its raining today. So last night I tell little man that after dinner we are certainly going to go outside to do something and enjoy the nice weather. He decided he would go to the beach to play in the sand. So off to the beach we go with sand toys in hand. We get to the beach and I’m thinking we’re going to be sitting full fledge in the sand. Nope. Little man sits on the boardwalk and squats down to scoop the sand with his shovel. He made volcanos. He dug holes. He poured sand on his arm and leg (at that point I made it VERY clear that he was getting a bath as soon as we walked in the door). He freaked out when a spider was on his bucket (as did I) and as per a lesson from his preschool teacher - we waited for the spider to run away as we are not to kill insects outside (much to my dismay and dislike for insects).
After an hour of sand time he decided we’d walk. Well he ran. Apparently running in flip flops doesn’t work so well so I walked. He kept running forward. I kept mentioning we’d have to eventually turn around and walk back to the car. He kept running forward. I think we went a good 1 1/2 miles before I finally convinced him its time to turn around so we can get him a beverage. So is it a suprise that I had to carry him after awhile because “Mommy, I’m tired of walking.” We did get his beverage at Dunkin Donuts (gotta love a 3 year old who knows what building D&D is and we’ve never been to that one before). As we are walking back to the car : “Mommy, my feet are tired.” Really? I can’t imagine why. Let’s just say if mommy knew we were going to walk 3 miles she would have worn her sneakers. But nothing beats the evening of fun on a nice day.
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