Lord, y'all. We're mighty busy for people at the beach.
Gibson and Owen got in the hot tub this morning which we had all looked at and said, "Nah," because it was of questionable clarity although the smell of chlorine was pervasive. This did not bother the boys at all though and we finally gave in and let them get in. They played in it like it was a swimming pool with a ball and a net and whatever else they could find.
"Y'all," I told them. "You're supposed to relax in a hot tub."
"We're kids," said Owen. "We don't really relax."
I'm going to the beach.