We celebrated civil rights last Monday by going to the beach and burning some marshmallows.We piled in the car for the awesome, 5 minute drive to the beach and got an excellent parking spot on account of the weather being overcast and chilly.
Zeke was most pleased with the marshmallow cooking. He called it, "camping." After eating several marshmallows and throwing several more into the fire, he handed me his roasting stick and said, "Mama, it's your turn to go camping."
We buried Zeke in the sand. He loved it.
Ben attempted to clobber Zeke several times, enjoying his temporary superiority.