California, here I come!

While exploring one day with my dad, Isaac found what he called the "sand pit," which is essentially a small inlet that stays full of water. The bottom of the pit is extremely fine, silty dirt which is soft and squishy between your toes. Every day after finding it, Isaac wanted to return to play in it. Shelty also found the sand pit interesting. It was just deep enough that she could stand in it, or swim, as she chose. Mostly she swam around pawing at the dirt and stirring it up. She seemed fascinated by it and did it almost the entire time we were down there. Isaac made a game out of running and jumping into the pit. Out of the blue, he came up with the idea of yelling out "California, here I come!" each time he started running toward the sand pit. I found it hilarious and Isaac didn't seem to tire from it, he ran and jumped over and over and over. Kids say the darnedest things, don't they?