For over a month before our vacation, Esme talked about the beach every day. We would go in to wake her up in the morning, and the first thing out of her mouth would be, "Beach today?" Or we would say, "Kids, guess where we're going?" and Esme would say, "Beach???" when we were really planning to visit the library. It was cute and funny, and a little bit sad at times. "Sorry, girlie. Still three weeks until we go to the beach."
Then we got to the beach, and Esme was terrified. She did NOT like that big, noisy, old water, and she did NOT want to go anywhere near it, thankyouverymuch. The first couple of days she refused to go beyond the very mouth of our beach entry, where she would sit and scratch around in the sand while the rest of us romped. She was much happier at the small swimming pool in the back of our house, and for several days she got quite upset if we told her we were going to "the big beach." She much preferred that "yittle beach" out back.
But we kept working with her, and by the middle of the second week...
...she was as happy as a little sandpiper. And almost as quick!
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