My little tribe loves the ocean. They love it so much, they have been known to frequent the ocean all times of day and night. Occasionally the thought crosses my mind, 'Hey, there are sharks in them thar waters.' Sharks who like to eat. Eat at like, dusk and dawn. Just when my kids are in the water. Yikes. Okay, maybe I'm paranoid, but just the thought of providing the local sharks with a tasty little snack in the form of my offspring makes me shiver.
Mind you, I'm no baby when it comes to wild animals. For instance, during our annual "Sariah and Michelle Plus our 9 kids and their friends" camping trip to Alturas Lake that we take every summer, I--me, just little ol' me--traipse through through the woods to go the bathroom.
A looong, stinkin' way from the cabins.
Usually without a flashlight.
(I can't find anything in a cabin with 15 people in it.)
While Sariah, my dear sweet Sariah, requires company to go the loo. In the form of moi, yours truly. Or whomever else she can con into walking in the dark with her. You see, Sariah's afraid of bears. And wolves. Anything with claws and teeth, really. But this year, Sariah's got it all figured out. Get this. Sariah is the proud new owner of a old-fashioned chamber pot. Thanks to her thoughtful grandma. Yessirree. No more scary walks in the dark for us. We're not proud. Just watch out for the full moon(s) in August.
Back to my shark issue. I think I've got that one figured out too. Skim boarding has become one of my kids favorite water activities. Notice how shallow the water is. No self-respecting shark would dare venture there, so... dusk-time skim boarding it is! (At least for this tasty little family.)
The local sharkbait.
(They really are happier than they look here.)