BOXERS OR BRIEFS?...
We had the time of our lives running up and down the beach, jumping waves and plopping into the water. We wore ourselves out! There was only one hitch, our britches kept falling down. We quickly found the solution...strip 'um off! Wes was down to boxers and me...I sported my rocket ship briefs. We had no shame. In fact, we thought it was great until our undies stockpiled loads of sand. We thought Wes was a different kind of dirty given the amount in his boxers. Dad had to double check--ALL CLEAR, just sand here. Oh, I wish we could replay the sounds we heard on the beach this day. It was a sound mom could listen to daily. The relaxing sound of the ocean and the wind blowing past toppled by 2 big boy belly laughs that instantly made you smile. We worked and played until Aunt Carley and mom called us in for a quick scrubbing and some dinner. We had to save some energy for the evening crab hunting affair. A whole 'nother experience to remember.
And the sun went down on the sandcastles too.