Every time my husband and I bring our three young boys to the beach (or on any outing, really), the getting-ready basically plays out the same way. We wait until just before departure to tell them where we’re going because otherwise we get an umpteen-jillion questions about when we’re leaving. They streak through the dining room screaming “THE BEACH! THE BEACH!” until I’ve hollered forty-three times to get some UNDERWEAR ON.
Chad asks how he can best help “the process.”
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