
It’s Friday morning, it seems like just another day here. I am just doing my jobs around the house when my mom asks me a question.
“Do you want to go to the beach today, and meet up with your Grandparents and your cousins?
“Do I want to go to the beach?
What kind of question is that?
Of course I do.
Friday, beach day, what could be better than that?
Well, except for apple pie and an espresso, but this is a close second.
My dad comes in the room and asks my mom.
“How was your beach day on Wednesday?”
“We didn’t go Wednesday, we are going today instead.”
*“That’s nice.” He says. He is off for another day of work. I know he works hard but he never says.
Mom is getting everything ready, but it looks like it was ready last night.
I guess I just have to finish a couple of jobs and then we can go.
My two jobs aren’t really that hard. I have to have my second breakfast and then fill my diaper so that it can be changed before the road trip to the beach, instead of half way there.
Sometimes s*it happens, and you just never know when.
I should tell you now that I am only 3 months old, people say I look older, my grandpa is 720 months old and people say the same thing about him.
He thinks it is a compliment. He just doesn’t know better.
He probably thinks that is Bougee.
I had a great day at the beach with my cousins, Aunts and grandparents. Except when Grandpa’s beach chair fell backwards.
Grandpa and I were having a little nap in the shade and the chair went right back.
If it wasn’t for Grandpa’s cat like reflexes we would have hit the ground. It was a close call.
After a day at the beach, I am very tired, and it is time to go home. I will probably just sleep while my mom drives me, she is a good driver so I will be safe.
When I get home, I will tell my dad all about my adventurous day. He will love it.
I wonder what my next adventure will be?








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