Little shiny blue bucket

We took a trip to the beach the other day and as we were leaving a woman stopped us in the parking lot and asked Isaac if he had a fun time at the beach. His reply was,

"No, not a very good time."

Do let me explain. All was well and we were having a great time at the beach, Mary, John, Isaac, Olive, Sadie, and I , when all of a sudden I saw Isaac was being knocked by a wave. With my mommy-fast reflexes I jumped from my chair and ran to the water because I saw, as Isaac describes it, his shiny blue bucket fly from his hands. I thought I was fast but in the end not fast enough, for the ocean swallowed that shiny bucket in an instant.

I stood there scanning the waves in hopes that the bucket would come up for air and I could swoop in and rescue it. All the time Isaac standing next to me with his arms up in fists calling out, rather screaming and crying out,

"NOOOOOO! My blue bucket! My Shiny blue bucket! Noooooo!"

Man that boy cried. I knew he would, but my mommy-fast reflexes were no match for the one who calls himself The Ocean.

After a lot of crying Isaac settled down a little bit and decided to go play in the water with John. After about two minutes he came back crying that the water was too cold and he was freezing. So, that was Isaac's not so good day at the beach.

Here is a picture of his sad face telling me, "But what if a shark eats my bucket mom!"