Lunch & a TuTu

Some days we walk across the street for lunch...

Blue Sky Day: 

...still wearing our tutu: 

"SMPHELLING" flowers (scrunch your nose when you read that) 

Finally convinced the tutu can skip lunch: 

Lunch in the sand (and maybe a little sand in the lunch, if you get the seat next to PrincessTot)

Happy campers headed home.

Lunch & Toys

Sometimes, we pit pat clatter across the street to eat: 

Riley passes the time as we wait on the french fries, that she probably won't eat, to arrive:

Princesses on "magic carpets" (by RYE)

Bench Tribute

As we exited a recent lunch @ Sandy Bottoms,  I noticed something new on the nearby bench:

 And then I re-checked the inscription, for I have read them all but forget which ones are where.

It is fun to imagine all of the reasons someone may bring a mallet to the beach and then abandon it on a bench. 

It is less interesting to note that a mallet would make an ideal tool for securing umbrella anchors and is probably easily explained. 

In all cases, that the mallet was left on the bench of Mr. Thomas H. Little: Warrior & Dreamer was a happy discovery. 

THOmas / THOr... warriors with hammers...coincidence? 

I think not.