Something the boy learned at the beach

We spent Thanksgiving week on Dauphin Island. My son, having a mother who didn't look at the weather report, didn't have any shorts to wear. We let him wear his underwear as outerwear. This meant that he had no shame about peeing wherever he wanted, like the post where the poodles had lifted their legs.

The one tidbit that my mother taught him--make sure that his back is to the wind. He tested the wind each time. My mother should be so proud.