Monday our family enjoyed an unseasonably, warm winter day at Moonlight Beach. The girls caught the waves on their boogie boards and Tyler constructed sand castles while Trent chased the birds. The shoreline was amazingly picturesque bathed in glowing sun relfecting off the rolling waves. ( I should have brought my camera! Darn it. . . maybe I'm not truly ready to find my inner photographer) As I sat gazing and thinking of my poor brother freezing in Iowa and confined to his home, I thought, "perhaps the California sunshine tax is worth it after all!" You'll have to decide . . .
Now to the real part of my post, (apologies for the bragging) after all the fun in the sun Trent was unwinding and watching "Barney, Let's Go to the Zoo." Personally, I can't sit through Barney or Elmo or Wiggles, but Trent loves them so I busied myself until the end when I knew I would be needed again. As the ending credits began to run, I sat down beside him for a snuggle. The very last credit noted their thanks to the Fort Worth Zoo when Trent piped in, "dot com!" At his ripe young age of two he is already noting the phrase, "dot com." I forget how observant these little people are and how telling that little phrase "dot com" is of our computer-dominated-information-search-engine-driven age. Hmmmmm. . . makes you think doesn't it?
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