



Lots of getting buried in the sand this year, for some reason. Later I sat in a left-over hole and this was the conversationMimi (while busily getting sand toys):"Mom? Are you getting buried?"
Me:"yes, will you bury me?"
Mimi:"um, no"
Me:"Please?"
Mimi (flatly) :"Mom, you're not getting buried"

I guess I missed it when Greg got buried. I must have been digging for crabs, which, as you know, I do exceptionally well!
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