Little B was very excited as Simone drove down to the beach. He was meeting a group of friends at the playground there and he couldn't sit still.
"Is that the beach?" He asked.
"No. That's the marina."
Long sigh.
Soon enough he was racing through the playground, oblivious to the friends once he'd said hello. He went from the swings to the merry-go-round to the teeter totter to the slide to the climbing equipment to the pirate ship... All with his faithful watchdog Mom following in his footsteps.
"Don't you want to go play in the water?" Simone was beginning to feel the heat of the day.
After another twenty minutes spent going from game to game, little B finally relented. He raced into the water and came out frowning.
"I'm wet!" He complained.
"Well, yeah," Simone agreed.
Little B shrugged and did what he's been allowed to do in his backyard for the past few weeks: he stripped naked.
"Noooo!" Screeched Simone.
"But I'm wet," little B pointed out reasonably.
Hmmm... How does one explain the difference between a nudist beach and a regular one to a three year old?
"Just keep your clothes on, okay? It's time to go have a snack with the group over at that picnic table."
Little B made a face. "Okay," he agreed reluctantly. Moms tend to get stuck on such weird ideas...
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