Beach Date
"Aw, c'mon, Mom, can I go to the beach? Please?" "As I told you, no. The last time you went to the beach, we had to come looking for you - the problem, kiddo, is that you love the beach too much." I loved this banter. Angie, my nineteen-year old daughter, and Samantha, my 35-year young wife, were veterans at it. I can't quite place the time they started these kind of healthy arguments, but I can assure you, it's always a pleasure to watch the two of them thrust and parry like...