Coney Island

Our "field trip" last week was the beach with friends. (It seems silly to say "field trip" since we're class-free and out in the "field" most days :) but P likes the rhythm of designating one day for extra special expeditions... thus Field Trip Wednesdays. Aka, Quest Day).

We rode in style in the twins' car with toys and a kite in tow. The day was spectacular and the beach empty (homeschooling perk:). Still dreaming of a flying BB, P brought along BBB to tie to the kite's tail. A shark kite to boot - so that "BB would be scared right out of his monster suit." :)

But P was torn between the ecstasy of torture and the woe of worry. He wanted Baby Brother to be scared; scared of the sharky kite, scared of the immense height, scared of plummeting into the ocean, . But he was also worried about BB actually plummeting, being eaten by a real shark:) And so he very seriously watched Bitty Baby Brother lift off, squealed with delight, and then became very serious again. He wasn't alone in his worry either. Nini called out to the "little monster" asking him about the wind, if he was comfortable or possibly scared :)







All of the kids looked on for a while and then wandered off, except for the dedicated Nini. P eventually let her hold the kite string, briefly, instructing her to hold it Tight :) Then they said BB wanted down and the adventure was over...

We passed the rest of the afternoon frolicking in the surf and digging in the sand.





Oh, and combing the beach for anything recently expired. P was elated to find whole clams and crabs, pinchers and eyeballs and all. He really wanted to bring the whole specimens home, but remembering the stench after our last attempt to preserve jelly fish (can you spell STINK? Oh and combined with P's nose, whew!), agreed to leave anything with meat in it at the beach.

So we packed up and drove around the coast, past the beautiful Verrazano-Narrows Bridge and the Statue of Liberty to a little mexican restaurant Leslie recommended. And ahhhhh! Happiness for a midwesterner! The food was phenomenal and I've noted the sub stop for future visits...

P was exhausted by the time the twins dropped us home. But remembering the jelly fish debacle, we boiled his treasure in hopes of a reprieve from the fishy smell the next morning. Finding the house too stinky, P entered problem solver mode. He suggested we freeze the shells overnight, that perhaps that would kill the smell :) He then went to bed, happily clutching his glorious green ocean glass treasure and dreaming of flying with BBB...