He had no desire to be in the pool...
...but if you pulled him out, he wanted to be back in.
The beach was always a safe bet.
One of the many thrilling things about being on the beach was waiting until dark to catch ghost crabs. Bree had no fear reaching out to pick these things up. I, on the other hand...
...happily stood by and took pictures of these, um, wonderful creatures.
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