
“Cole, what do you need?”
“Bucket.”
“Pants?”
“No, thank you.”
Atta boy.
Cole. Kiddie Pool. Bare Hands. I was a bit concerned when the fish clamped onto his leg, but our feisty little guy just swung away until he let go.
I guess I should be concerned why this fish was in the kiddie pool to begin with….
Ocean wins with a 1st Round knockout.
According to the police report, the flash created by the sun hitting Cole went approximately three shore-towns over and knocked the electricity out for about 4 hours. Outside of that, it was a successful first time to the beach.
Mom melted.
Want your kid to run faster? Couple o’ cookies in the lead and a swarm of bees bringing up the rear always does the trick.
Probably the guy with our original camera. Wakka wakka wakka.
We gave him a mini-musket to take to the parade as well, but apparently guns and toddlers are frowned upon by the police and community at large.
Party poopers!

I am not sure where he ended up last night, but I know I heard the door open in the wee hours of the morning. Once I heard the television go on, I crept down to see if he was okay.
Cole? Cole? You okay?
Huh? Wa?
You okay little buddy?
Pot of gold…get your hands off my pot of….zzzzzzz
Happy St. Patrick’s Day everyone!
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