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Staying Dry

"Tim, stay out of the water. You are down to your last dry outfit."
"I'll just roll up my shorts. That'll keep 'em dry."
"Tim. Stop. I would like you to come up here on the sand."
"I'm fine, Mom. See? The water is only up to my ankles."
"Tim! Your backside is soaked!"
" Only a little. I'm mostly dry. I'm just in up to my knees."
"Wow! Look at this shell! I think I can get it."
"Tim?"
"Tim?"

Comments

Anonymous said…
Your blog colors go great with your pictures :) Looks like you guys had so much fun!
Madsdriscoll said…
He looks pretty dry to me!! It's great seeing pics of your vacation. I'm glad you guys had a good time. It makes me miss the ocean.

M loves looking at your blog and seeing the kids - maybe a little too much as she only got 9 pgs. of Math done today and no other subjects!

sem
Didn't you know? Kids know better than adults....and are apparently impermeable to ocean water.

Xandra
Anonymous said…
Hey, it's the Scribbler! :) I saw your name pop up at Alana's blog and I just had to come over.

I haven't visited you in so long - I thought you had hung it up. But strangely enough, I was thinking about you just the other day, and how kind you were to visit me once upon a time when my blog was brand new. You were a rock-star blogger to me. :)

I can't wait to catch up - I'm going to read a bit here before bed.
LOL! Our kids did that to us at Lake Michigan last year - we ended up just letting them swim in their clothes.
Alana said…
Ahhh...I've never been to the Outer Banks. And it has been too long since I last saw a beach. Hope you enjoyed it immensely!
God's girl said…
Ha ha! Too funny. We have been in that exact place before. Had to stop and pick up some dry clothes!
MUch love,
Angela
Heather C said…
LOL... I hear ya! Looks like a great "getaway" though! I love the coast. :) God bless!

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