We built a sand castle, since none of the kids, especially not Juma, were interested in the actual ocean. Our sand castle was big, with mighty walls and a deep moat, and was inhabited by a large alien made of kelp. But the rising tide eventually breached the walls, and we were forced to abandon it.
After the beach, we headed to the boardwalk for some kiddie rides and not-so kiddie rides.
On this ride, the Beckham boys drove a truck. Tristan, on the left, discovered the car horn--a terribly annoying, screechy horn--right at the beginning of the ride, and considered it his honor-bound duty to keep the thing honking the entire ride. His serious little face told us he would not let go of that horn if his life depended on it. Or perhaps he thought his life depended on it. Juma decided he hated the noise, too.
The boys also enjoyed a boat ride. Three little toots on a Little Toot.
Juma was brave enough to go on a spinning, swinging, flying ride with his cousin Rylee, Aunt Alisha, and Grandma Vicki. Justin and I sat that one out.
We all had fun, but it was exhausting.
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