E came home early this afternoon and announced that we were going to the beach. I thought it sounded wonderful. 4 pm at the beach is pretty nice - the sun is never too hot. But believe it or not the kids were not all that excited about the prospect. They had just returned home from school and were settling into legos, and dress up, and I didn't want to disturb the peace. E in his special way prevailed and got everyone into the car without too much grumbling - maybe a few "I'll go but I'm not swimming"'s were heard. Once there everyone got wet; E, W, C and I floated out past the surf line and the girls ran from the waves crashing on the shore.