We often visit a tiny beach here in Noank, CT. It is very small, and visited throughout the day by locals wanting a quiet spot for lunch, or by kids who want to do a little crabbing.
Yesterday we went over with a large bucket, some hot dogs (no chicken to be found) some string and a large net.
While Golden Boy was enjoying the crabbing adventure with his cousin and friend, his sisters were desperately trying to catch some rays on the grassy knoll beside the small beach.
There were two small children romping on the small beach, all the while watching the boys catching crab after crab. ( And when I say crab, I mean TINY CREATURE that might ONE day be a crab...)
One little boy exclaimed, "Look Mom!! A Herman crab!"
I felt like I was back in kindergarten...and I smiled.