My son and I went to the ocean and together we had a excellent time.

Oh my, though that sand was so freakin hot and there was a absolute hilarous instance where he with slush in hand, running away from the stand, decided he must stop and sit on that sand, in like a V angle, with his feet up in the air to cool them off. Now that wasn't funny, when it was happening, in fact I was worried as I didn't know what kind of situation he was now in, ....perhaps worse than before. But what was most funny was what I envisioned me doing next.

Barefoot too, as we had both already been in the water, I had waited and waited and my feet fryed, ...really hot stuff! And, I waited longer and when I realized he wasn't budging for who knew how long, I seriously considered tearing off my swim-suit cover-all, tossing it to the sand and joining in along side him. Following this and still more, (almost ran to some strangers towel and requested they allow me to stand upon it). I'd found out that my son was decidely comfortable sitting as he was.

But in time we were on our way further, across the hottest of sand and for some more unavoidable suffering and then that marvelous relief, ....Ooooh that wet cool sand underfoot! Apparently my laugh was contagious, because we just couldn't stop laughing, and having a really wonderful time, ....toasted feet and all.