Me: 'Sweetie, can you look at Mommy?' (for a photo)
Alex: 'No, I have to dig.' [In the sand with his shovel and bucket.]
Alex: 'Look! I made little boy tracks!' (after trudging through the sand)
Alex: [After lying down in the tent] 'I'm suntanning'
Me: 'No, you're in the shade [of the tent]. You're not suntanning.
Alex: 'No! I'm suntanning!'
For some reason, a NY Waterway ferry pulled into the harbor. Alex asked if we could ride it. I explained that we could not. It isn't even supposed to be here. I told him that it looked like it was going into the marina. Alex called out to the ferry, 'Stop! Come back, ferry, come back! We want to get on!'
Me: [Remarking to myself about low tide] 'What a bummer.'
Alex asked what a 'bummer' was. Before I could explain, he said 'I'm a beach bum.' and jutted his thumb at himself.
Tuesday, June 8
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