I dunno about the rest of you, but I am a huge fan of laying on the beach, closing my eyes, and listening to the roar of the ocean. The White Boy, however, can not sit still. Asking him to sit and enjoy the sound of the sea is like putting a marshmallow in front of him and asking him not to eat it. He just can’t do it.
I quickly learned that if I want to stay somewhere for very long, The White Boy needs to stay entertained. As a result, my beach supply list consists of: Snorkeling gear, boogie board, bucket and shovel, water, juice, chips, and a ball of some sort. This could potentially buy me about 2 hours of relaxation. When he starts burying me in the sand, I know it’s time to leave.
Speaking of torturing children. The White Boy is totally the kid at 45 sec. He cracks me up the whole way through.