While my parents were here I took them down to the lake. My mom hasn’t ever seen the ocean, so I figured this is the next best thing. It was pretty cold and windy, but we had a good time. I will never understand the fascination with throwing rocks in the water.
Carter found a stick (which he used to poke the huge dead fish he also found):
Samantha ended up soaked from getting in the waves to throw her rocks. 
Did I mention it was cold?
Aren’t grandparents the best?
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