|Sarabeth's ratty new/old hat.|
Easily remedied. We went straight to the source--my big hat box--and let her pick out the one she wanted. Turned out to be a khaki canvas Panama Jack hat with a frayed brim, not unlike the frayed-brim Superman hat I was wearing. We were quite the pair in our sartorial splendor.
Sarabeth put it succinctly: "I like things that match." And, well, khaki matches everything.
|Sarabeth pauses in the water.|
The water was choppy and the wind high on the Cove and I think it wore Miss Sarabeth out. We paused occasionally for a short rest and on the way home, she slept like a kid, every inch of the way. I couldn't help but smile.
|Check the hats: We're twins.|
|This kid just loves life.|
|On the way home: A nap.|