Nothing like North American Atlantic coast water...

B couldn't get enough of the beach a few steps from his grandmother's cottage in PEI. "Can we come back to the beach this afternoon?" He asked Simone as they packed up sand toys, towels and sunscreen to head back to the cottage. "Well, I had planned on going to a haunted house with you then out for ice cream," she replied. "But if you'd rather come to the beach, I guess that's okay." "Yay!" He shouted. They met a friendly neighbour as they reached the top of the stairs that led from the cottages to the beach. "Hi," B greeted the neighbour. "You're going to like this beach." He sucked at his fingers, pulling them out long enough to add, "The water tastes really good here." He stared at his hand for a moment then extended it toward the neighbour. "Wanna taste?"