Fun Memories from the Beach

Tonight on the way to supper, we were discussing the plans for skiing (hopefully) next Christmas.  I was talking to Eley about driving versus flying, where to go, and all that fun stuff.  He asked if we were going to go anywhere this summer.  I told him probably the beach....and silence.  The beach isn't his favorite place to go.  He would much rather spend the summer camping at Lake Greeson or Dierks.  So he was trying to be clever and ask the kids if they liked going to the beach.  Wyatt and Grace were for it, but Garrett said he didn't like to go because he would get sand in his trunks. This led to one of my most favorite memories from the beach.  And I promise it really is true.....


We were hanging out at the beach one day, about mid-afternoon.  Our normal beach routine is to sleep until we want to (my favorite part), get up and eat breakfast, go to the beach and stay until early afternoon, then go back to the condo and wait out the hottest part of the day inside.  Sometimes we head back in the evening for crab catching or just to enjoy the breeze.    We had stayed longer than usual that day, and I don't remember what we were doing that was keeping us there.  Most likely riding the waves or looking for shells.  Anywho, Wyatt had obviously had all the fun he could take, because he fell asleep in the beach chair.

Of course, I thought it was precious and we just went about our beach business.  

Like so...

And so...

After the big kids were tired, we started packing up all of our
 stuff we hauled down to the beach (my least favorite part).  
I must stop here and say that the beach is the one place where
 my kids will take multiple showers a day without being asked.  
They don't like the salt and sand on them.  So when we got back 
to the condo and got our things put away, they all went straight 
to their showers to get cleaned up and changed.  We were 
headed to Lulu's that night in Gulf Shores.  I was waiting
 my turn in the shower, when Wyatt came running into 
the living room, naked as jaybird.
  He hollered "There's a fish in my pants, there's a fish in my pants". 
 Now, for those of you that know Wyatt, you can understand that my
 first thought was that I didn't believe a word he was saying.  
I asked him what in the world he was talking about. 
 He then proceeded to show me the proof, 
as evidenced below:

Yep, that my friends, is the lining of his swim trunks, and yes, that is a dead fish (among other things, sheesh, no wonder they want to shower with all that stuff in their trunks!).  After we picked ourselves up off the floor from laughing, we took a short moment to reflect upon the untimely demise of the poor fish.  It had gotten stuck in his swimsuit and while he was napping, it bit the dust, so to speak.  Aside from feeling sorry for the fish, my question is, how in the world can there be a fish in your swimsuit and you not feel it??  He must have really been tired it all I can say.
Life with my family is NEVER dull :)
R.I.S. dear friend (rest in stink) 
For those of you who REALLY know Wyatt will appreciate that last statement!  


Have a great week!