On our last night there were torrential rains in the late afternoon; in fact the Facebook feed of James Spann, our local weatherman {who is something of a rock star in these parts} showed scary images of flooding in Pensacola (another Florida panhandle town that is . . .5? 25? 50? 100? miles from where we were staying), but because (1) I really had no earthly idea how far away Pensacola was and therefore could credibly tell myself that we weren't anywhere near the zone of danger, and (2) I really wanted a decent grouper sandwich before we left Florida -- we decided to brave the elements and venture out for dinner. And I'm so glad we did, because the sun actually broke through while we were out and the kids had a great time playing on the beach after dinner.
The kids' meal plates are actually frisbees, and David and Jacob threw one of them around after dinner:
Caroline is always willing to strike a pose these days:
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