7pm- met my friend Lyd and went to the beach. Had ice cream at Abbott's. Lyd loves when my kids yell "funky rhythms"- something they heard on Sponge Bob. And they love to yell it. And run around like chickens. But when two pre-schoolers who are in speech therapy yell "funky rhythms" with gusto it sounds... bad. And the older couple wearing the America t-shirts standing in line for ice-cream stared at us, mouths agape, wondering why we were laughing, NAY, encouraging their profanity.
So we took our funky rhythms elsewhere. We walked on the beach. Which started innocently enough.