Dinner at the Beach

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Just ’cause that’s what Rob wanted to do.  I was off for Good Friday, so Justin and I went to pick Robbie up at daycare together.  We were halfway home when, from the backseat, we heard a little voice say, “Wanna go beach, Mom.  Eat dinner.”  Justin and I looked at each other, shrugged, and turned the car around.

We didn’t spend a lot of time at the beach; just enough for Robbie to run around, get a little wet, dig in the sand, and generally make us happy.  We grabbed some Kelly’s (just one more thing to miss when we leave) and ate by the beach.  And then we went home.

It probably took us more time to get to the beach than we actually spent there.  It was most definitely a silly thing to do.  But sometimes it’s fun to be the grown-up and get to make those decisions.  It’s even better when you have a two-year-old to remind you that it’s OK to do things spur of the moment and that, more often than not, life is better that way.

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