Apparently Max had been spoiled by the real thing. The warm sun on his back and the crashing of the waves, because he was NOT feeling this beach. He walked on it like it was some foreign nastiness that no child should be subjected to.
I was able to coax him out with the help of the dump trucks, but I could see his displeasure. Spoiled, I tell ya!
My toes were freezing too so I wasn't too sad about leaving. Maybe we will try again in the summer months.
|The pink sports car was his favorite!|