The Boy Loves the Beach
You might remember that we just went on vacation to Lake Michigan. Well, what you probably don't know is that I don't like sand. It's not that I don't like the beach or the water or anything like that, and I actually enjoy making sand castles (as long as nobody's grading them, because mine usually aren't that aesthetically pleasing -- maybe that's why I enjoy making them very near to the tide).
But I do not like sand. It gets everywhere, especially in the waistband of my shorts. I can't stand it! And the other thing is, it gets on my feet. You might be saying, "DUH" because of course it gets on the feet of someone walking on the beach. But the problem is: it doesn't come off! You can rinse the rest of you in the water, but there's going to be sand on your feet by the time you get off the beach. Maybe it's just sensory issues, but I cannot stand to have sand in my shoes/sandals. The little man doesn't care for that either. But he doesn't mind having sand everywhere else. What can I say? The boy loves the beach, or his "big sandbox" as he refers to it.