Sometimes in the most restful of moments you find out the truth about a few things. Or even when things aren’t so restful.
The will of a little boy to “drive” any apparatus having an attachment resembling a steering wheel is stronger than the will of anyone else to stop him. Even if you miss the live divers explaining why a shark is NOT about to come up behind him and bite his head off and the seafood specials as the Calabash restaurant.
The ocean is just as fun in North Carolina as it is in the Caribbean, even if Holli won’t bring me Strawberry Rum Punches in carved out pineapples.
That even though I spent yesterday body boarding in the Atlantic Ocean, I still hate getting rained on.
And finally, that the dumpster behind a seafood restaurant is capable of producing odor behind belief. The diaper I threw in there will improve it, if anything.
