We went to Manly yesterday for a family birthday lunch. At first Mark and I were pretty grumpy about having to drive all the way to such a crowded area with two little kids, cutting their naptime short — never a good thing, I tell you. But then it ended up a lot of fun. Why? The beach! Being so far away from a beach, we hardly ever take our kids to beaches. Beach play wasn’t planned yesterday, either, but when Miss M saw the beach, she really wanted to go down there and play.
She proceeded to take off most of her clothes off, including her undies, and went right in the water. This took me by surprise, because she has always been a cautious child, afraid of much of nature. But could it be that she’s changing?
Then both children had great fun playing with the little fountains lining up the main shopping area. Mr. A got soaking wet and took his pants and nappy off right there. Others were mortally embarrassed but I didn’t care. If not for the nagging inlaws hurrying us along, I’d have let them play there for much longer, bare bottomed and all. Maybe I’m becoming one of those parents people would roll their eyes at for letting the kids run around like feral kittens?