The kids found a cast net left behind in the dock locker and immediately added it to their arsenal. One two-minute Youtube video later Ouest was casting like an old pro. Lowe was still a little too small to get a good swing on it, so he’s sticking with his pilfered crab traps for now (there are long abandoned traps hanging from every other dock cleat around here).
Petting a sea turtle.
First coat of about ten.
Lowe asked Ouest to help him write a note to the “Money Man.” He left it out that night with a little snack next to it and asked me, “Do you think there really is a money man?” I said that I was pretty sure there was not. He said, “Well, it doesn’t hurt to try.”
While Ouest can save up money forever, and eventually talks herself out of just about every purchase, Lowe can’t have two bucks in his pocket without needing to purge himself of it.
Worth noting: we discovered in the morning that there is no money man.
They’ve been swinging from this for a couple weeks, however, after this pic was taken Ouest was promptly deposited flat on her back in the water with a pile of loose rope on top of her.
What was supposed to just be a little walk around a park, turned into a mud up to their knees with nowhere to wash up outing, instead.