Genna was in rare form while we were at the beach. Of my three daughters, she ate the least sand (though you can still the residue on her cheeks from an earlier sampling she did). She was also the goofiest.An hour into our first day she discovered that she could wear her bucket as a helmet. The two were inseparable from that point on. It caused her to stumble a few times, but that was a small price to pay for the companionship.
Like most children, she spent much of her time simply running around. What is it in kids that makes them do that? Or is there something in the sand or surf that drives them into a frenzy?
Don't get me wrong - we were happy that she got some good calisthenic exercise in. I just want to understand it. Perhaps that is as fruitless an endeavor as men trying to understand women. If that is the case, then I am doomed to a world of non-comprehension and confusion.
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That bucket looks very protective.
Max is thinking of getting a similar bucket to protect his tuft from Julia. I don't get the running around for no reason thing, either, but I wish I could tap into the fun of it. I haven't found running to be anything but painful for a really long time.
The bucket is very protective, which is why Max is wise in adopting it as his prefered head gear.
Perhaps it isn't the running that is so pleasurable. Maybe instead it should be called 'frolicking'.
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