Perhaps as something for their peers to remember them by, the twins wore only mismatched shoes on their feet for their last week of pre-school. You think I jest, but there were tantrums involved.
And as a special adios all the preschoolers partied in the sun and the water at the Fox Island beach.
Some of the more proactive mums guarded their young with vigilance. (I can specifically recall at least three instances where I had no idea where my offspring were.)
Others actually brought toys! I myself thought toys at a beach was a bit of an overkill. Until my whippersnappers snapped them right up from other luckier kiddos.
I was one of the clever mommies who brought my spouse to be my eyes and ears and then settled my haunches on a boulder where I didn't budge for 90 minutes.
Then I noticed The Pixie eating a cupcake I definitely did not bring and began to have misgivings. Shortly thereafter Mr. Right walked toward me with The Pirate who must have walked the plank as he was soaked to the arm pits and did not look amused.
Well, fun can't last forever. So I stretched myself to standing, we said our adios's (while I avoided the lady with the cupcakes) and left.
And no. I didn't bring a towel...to the beach.
And for those of you who notice I'm in few pictures, for this event I gave Mr. Right the camera and asked him to snap a few shots. Here is a picture of me.
