We had a plan to go out to a lake in Washington for Jeff's SCUBA rescue class. Diz and I were going to go and play in the water. Okay, I was going to play in the sand. I DON'T do lake water, no matter how hot it is.
We got there early and played all day in the sand. We built sand castles, moats, served tea, stepped in to the shoes...er fins of a merman including surmising what their lives would be like, and watched as other people crowded the beach. By mid-afternoon he was getting a bit sunburned despite the sunscreen so we headed to the shade of the tree that Jeff's dive class inhabited. He watched as the students learned to rescue others from the water. He got a big kick out of one of Jeff's dive buddies "Dive Master Mike" because instead of saying hello he walked up to Jordan and made a face and gestured at him like a zombie might. Diz giggled in delight. THEN Mike taught him how to use "nunya' in context. I asked Dizzy to please tell his parents that it was "Dive Master Mike" who taught him that, NOT grandma!
He fell asleep in my arms on the blanket under the tree and slept peacefully until we attempted to carry him back to the car. Then he awoke, BUT DMM carried him back to the car all the same. So, J-Bug found a new friend...pity he's 40+ years older:-)
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