Thursday, April 20, 2006
Rachel & I were at the beach. She likes to run away from the incoming waves, running up the beach. One time, as I was sitting in the water behind her and she was running away from one wave, another came from the left and was forcing her feet to the right as she ran. Every step or so she gave her "I'm nervous because this isn't what I wanted, but I'm not sure anything's really wrong" squeak: "Daddy?! Daddy?! Daddy!? Daddy!?"