When I got back from New York, I had emails to attend to and documents to edit and things to write, etc. And so I kicked Robbi and the kids out of the house and got to work. It was only 70 degrees out, but Alden requested a trip to the beach. Robbi, being a generally reasonable and accommodating sort of mother, agreed.

As soon as they got there, Kato put on his shades.

But then some attractive older women walked by (I think they were approximately 18 months old) and he had to act all toddler macho.

To show them he was hep, he threw down some apple juice.

Look at that technique.

The truth is, I wasn’t there. I’m making all this up. But I do know that Alden found a bunch of shells, because she told me about it later.

And because the bucket containing all the shells she found ended up getting spilled all over the floor of the car.

Looking at the pictures, I get the sense they had a nice time.

Work, shmerk. Next time, I’m going with them.