sand, surf and tickle wars.

yesterday, the family b. spent the entire day elsewhere (in den hague, i think, for something to do with t.'s job) so i had the house to myself. i popped some croissants in the oven and settled myself down with a magazine.

the doorbell rang. which was unexpected.

and an adorable little four-year-old boy asked me if i wanted to go to the beach. and i asked him if he realized that s. was gone. and he said yes, would i like to go with them. and i said yes, but then realized that (duh) i had the oven on. his dad said they'd wait.

so i went to the beach. and had a fantastic time.

we brought a soccerball and walked around the sand and the men played soccer while i enjoyed the sunshine. and there were tickle-wars and tag, and lots of child giggles and (my) screams. because apparently trying to scare me by grabbing my shoulders when i wasn't expecting it is just too funny. at least, the wee one thought so.

and then there was loud music and "kite-surfers" and it was fun.


i miss my family.