Even in just one morning and one afternoon on the beach, there still seemed time enough to do plenty. There was time to run.
Time to be buried in the sand.
Time to escape.
Time to eat.
And pout slightly.
Time for sand castles.
And time to "fly" an abandoned kite.
So closes the chapter on Spring Break 2010--although the ride home wasn't without incident as I narrowly escaped a run in with the Crenshaw county police for alleged speed violations. I guess having a toddler and being pregnant does garner some sympathy. Thanks to aunt Cece, Emma didn't cause too much commotion as the "nice policeman" approached our window. Instead, E simply asked "Who dat?" Oh dear.
Finally--Happy Birthday Granddaddy!
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I just thought I should add that she actually said "what dat" as though Ronnie, the Crenshaw County policeman, wasn't an actual person.
We had a great time with y'all and look forward to doing it again!
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