Confessions of a California Girl

After 32 years of living (with many of those being years in California not far from the beach), I have to confess, I just recently learned what you do with a beach ball.  I never understood why they are called "beach balls" when it is impossible to play with them on the beach.  The beach is always a windy place.  Try throwing a beach ball to a kid.  You'll be chasing the beach ball the whole time.  It should not be called a beach ball but rather an "ocean ball" or better yet, "surf ball."  Last Saturday Warren and I got a babysitter while we did a date at the beach without kids.  We did all the things you can't do while you're there watching kids.  Boogie boarding, a peaceful walk, playing a game, playing smash ball and just relaxing.  While we were playing smash ball in the surf, a little boy and his dad were playing with their beach ball right next to us.  Lucky for us, I learned something new.  This is what you do: you throw the beach ball into the ocean and the waves carry it back to you.  What fun! So when I went to the beach with the kids yesterday for our regular beach outing (we're still having gorgeous weather out here) for the first time ever I brought a beach ball for Rebecca to play with.  She had so much fun.  I'm just glad we discovered how to use a beach ball before my kids got to old to want to play with one.   Thanks little boy and your dad, wherever you may be, you made my kids day.