A Day at the Beach

My friend called me last night and suggested we go to the beach this afternoon. Sounded like a plan to me. Sometimes the best plans are the ones you make at the last minute. My two kids and her three get along as if they were related (as in they sometimes squabble like siblings). Her daughter is two years older than Pippi, her older son is in Pippi's grade and her younger son is a year older than Harry - so it all works out. The boys are a Terrible Trio when they get together - but they have a great time. And the girls just try to keep their brothers from bugging them too much. And we Moms just enjoyed the chance to chat.