The littles were thrilled when I suggested we get skim boards (from Christy’s Department Store) to use on the beach this afternoon. Here’s how the purchase went down…
Cashier: Y’all got the sex to go with them?
Me: Um… excuse me? (as I turn 50 shades of red).
Cashier holds up sex wax
Me: Oh! The sex wax!!! Well no, I’ll take one of those too. How do I know when to reapply it? (We didn’t wax boards back in the day.)
Cashier: When y’all fall off and break something.
Me: Gotcha. (Make mental note to apply approximately every three seconds.)
But I digress. Again.
So, while Cookie made a fort, blanket and sandcastle out of his…
…the PCP spent three.straight.hours on the surf mastering the darned thing. The day started like this.
…and about an hour later was looking more like this.
As I watched him study the surf, try different ways of dropping the board and eventually start jumping on without abandon, I sat in my chair and my mind couldn’t help but flash forward to visions of what an outstanding young man he’ll be. 
As the hours unfolded, sheer determination turned to sheer bliss. When Mother asked him if he was telling himself “I think I can” when he started out, he matter-of-fact replied “No, I was saying ‘I know I can’.”
Memories were made at Tybee today.
xoxo
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