Apparently, my child has been receiving secret surfing lessons. Either that, or the fact that she was conceived in California is showing up in her genome. Or perhaps she is remembering a past life as a wave-catcher. Honestly, I’ve never exposed her to any surfing, in movies or books, that I know of. Maybe she saw it at school? Maybe she remembers the day we spent on Malibu beach when she was six months old?
A boogie board washed up on shore while we were at the beach yesterday, and she commenced to paddle out, jump on, and try to catch a wave and ride it in. Seriously, where did this come from?
Also very cute, her interaction with her new little friend Elizabeth (my playground mom friend’s daughter). She gave her a hug, and Elizabeth gave her a peck on the lips! M was flabbergasted and bashful.
Kids really are too cute, sometimes.