This time I'm not making fun of myself! I actually pulled an act of brilliance from thin air and here it is: Magical. Sea. Ponies.(First, let me preface this post with this:
I live in Virginia Beach and have begun to visit the ocean more often because I will soon be moving away and want to appreciate what I have while I live here.
See, normally I'm one of those people that will live like TWO MINUTES from a theme park and not go the entire time I live there because I feel like I could go any old time but actually never do. Does that make sense? To sum up: I'm
Muffin, like so many small children, is deathly afraid of the ocean. I don't remember having this all consuming fear, but whatever - maybe I was just weird. Although Muffin may not like the roaring of the ocean she loves some sand. She used to play for hours in the sand, sending me to fetch water for her from the ocean whenever she ran out.
Strangely enough, that game got old really really fast. All I want to do is sit in my chair and watch the water (ok, and maybe worry a little bit about things I should be doing but have blown off so that I can "relax"). Getting up eleven thousand times to fetch water for my
I had attempted, several times, to coax Muffin down to the water to no avail. She would stop about ten feet away, plant her feet and state that she would not go any further. If I tried to
"You know Muffin, when I was a little girl I used to see magical sea ponies in the foam at the top of the waves." (insert dramatic pause) "I wonder if they are still there?"She squealed in reply:
"MAGICAL SEA PONIES?!?! Let's go find them!"We splashed and waded and now she fetches her own damn ocean water which is chock full of tiny little magical sea ponies, I'm sure.
Evidence of Muffin (with the aid of her Grandmama) searching for Magical Sea Ponies. Do you see them? I still do!