This conversation as we were getting out of the car tells you how often we've actually gone to the beach:
Erin: We should all get in the pool and play with this beach ball.
Me: We're not going in a pool, we're going in the ocean.
Erin: (confused) What? A real ocean?
We might as well live in Nebraska.
Like I said, there is always some screaming when we go to the beach. Our kids are a bit wimpy- scared of Santa, scared of big waves coming up to get them. (Oh, Erin just told me "I love Santa, but I'm afraid of him.")
If it's not one kid...I have to say that it wasn't as bad as past beach experiences. Erin really loved it, except getting dumped off a surf board she was floating on. For the most part she had a great time and gave me hope for the future. It's probably easier to deal with when you are bigger anyway. Eventually everyone was happy. Marissa just kept saying "wow" when the waves hit.