We were all a little worried that R would be afraid of the ocean. She’s only two and a half, and she’s never seen anything like it. But she took to it immediately. This was the first time someone hauled her out, but it wasn’t the last. And while she started out fully dressed, she made the trip back to the house wearing nothing more than a towel. In between she was sopping wet and pink with chill — not that she minded in the least, given her repeated belly flops into the waves. Looks like we may have a mermaid in the family.
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